Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
My eyesight faded in and out.
My blood positively burned.
My entire body scorched with fire.
The fourth lash of a tan-and-white flogger that Victor had given us as yet another gift sang through the air and swatted my bare belly.
The meditative intensity that used to be so elusive now found me every time we played. It uncoiled slowly, insidiously wrapping me in its blanketing sensitivity, quietening my mind and making my entire body feel everything.
I felt Henri’s stare as he glowered at the welts left on my belly and breasts from his flogger.
I saw his desire, his despair, desperation, and darkness.
I heard the heavy thud of his thundering heart as if our pulse pounded to the same beat.
You doing okay? His silver gaze asked.
I’m with you. I ducked my chin. I trust you.
The more we played, the stronger our bond became.
It’d been three weeks since Peter and Henri met in the kitchens, and almost every night, Victor had summoned us to his chambers.
Returning here and being forced to kneel on the same carpet where Victor had raped me was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I’d fought the very real urge to dissociate so I didn’t run screaming into memories.
But…Rachel had been there. Henri had been there. And in some twist of normalcy, Victor had indulged in one too many whiskeys and fallen asleep on the couch before he ever laid a finger on Rach or ordered Henri and I to perform.
The next night, Rach and I had been allowed to actually sit on the furniture and eat off plates instead of our Master’s fingers. Victor treated Rachel like his own life-size doll. One currently fragile and in need of smothering so she delivered the healthiest heir.
That was until he tied her to his four-poster bed and whipped her the same way Henri had whipped me in the snuffbox.
While Rachel swallowed her soft screams, Henri had ordered me to blow him on the couch—neither of us watching Victor welting Rachel’s pretty skin. We’d fallen into our own world of depravity and learned to tune out those around us so it remained only us.
The next night, more of the same.
And the next.
And the next.
“Your ability to create a criss-cross pattern over her breasts is rather impressive.” Victor sipped his drink, his awful eyes slithering over me.
“Thanks.” Slashing the flogger through the air, Henri grinned. “I rather like this gift. Where did you say you got it from?”
“A little shop in Hungary.”
“Kinky Hungarians.” Henri smirked.
“I agree.” Victor laughed. “I have a couple who visit, and they’re definitely rather ingenious with what they get up to.” Finishing his drink, he ordered, “Now, finish whipping her and fuck her if you must. I need to kick you out. I’ve had a long day of meetings and need to get some rest.”
Strolling to where Rachel kneeled by his bed, Victor snapped his fingers. “Actually, you know what?” He grinned. “I think a quick nightcap would help me sleep. Don’t you agree, my pet?”
Rachel kept her chin low. “Yes, Sir V.”
“Good girl.” Placing his glass on his side table, he unbuckled his slacks and let them drop to the floor. Victor never seemed to wear underwear, his cock long and hard. Lying on top of the bedding, he fluffed up a pillow behind his head, then grabbed the base of himself. “Ride me, my sweetling. I’m feeling rather lazy tonight.”
“Yes, Sir V.” Climbing to her feet, Rachel gave me a quick look before getting on the bed and settling herself over Victor’s hips.
Henri stiffened. His hands throttled the flogger as we both watched Rachel position herself over Victor’s erection and sink down.
Victor gave a thick groan, his hands landing on her hips. Looking at me bound to his four-poster, he licked his lips. “Actually, do fuck her before you go, Henri. I want to watch.”
My stomach plummeted.
Henri sighed heavily.
And the flogger caught me a final time as if Henri struck without control, his frustration at having to perform like circus animals bleeding through.
The pain and heat of the swat feathered over my abused skin until my nipples turned into diamonds, and the trickle of desire slipped farther down my inner thigh.
I no longer tried to stop myself from reacting this way.
No longer argued with what my body wanted and desired.
Henri was what I desired. And the pain he gave me was always bittersweet.
“Of course, Vic.” Henri tossed the flogger onto the bed and stepped into me. Grabbing my jaw, he tipped my head back. The hook holding my shackled wrists jangled as he pressed his body against mine. His fingers pinched into my cheeks, holding me violently and possessively, yet his eyes glowed just for me.
I need you. His heart whispered to mine. I need you to show me you’re okay.
Every night before he took me.
Every scene we played and every nightmare he delivered, he always asked before he fucked me.