Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She adored erotic pain and craved the feel of rope, leather and chain binding her. She was fairly confident in her abilities to please a man sexually, but “hardcore sex of every variety” sounded more than a little daunting. And erotic humiliation had always been difficult for her, as was sensory deprivation.
But that was the nature of submission, she reminded herself. It transcended mere sexual masochism. The ultimate goal and the ultimate fulfillment came in pleasing her Master, over and above pleasing herself. While she’d hoped for a connection that would last more than a single week, she would use the time with this sexy, powerful Dom to delve deeper into her own submissive psyche. In the process, she would do her very best to serve and obey.
“Yes, Master Damon,” she replied, pleased her voice came out calmer than she felt inside. “Thank you, Sir.”
A lazy smile curved his lips. “Don’t thank me too soon, little girl.”
He rose from the couch. Bending toward her, he placed his hand on her head. Coiling his fingers in her hair, he gripped a handful, using it to haul her to her feet. “Let’s go see the rest of this place.”
His hand still wrapped in her hair, he led her to the back of the room. They looked first through the doorway on the left. It opened into a bedroom with just enough space for a four-poster queen-sized bed and a wardrobe. There was a small nightstand beside the bed, the lamp on it already lit. A small bathroom adjoined the space.
The second room elicited a low whistle from Master Damon. “Sweet,” he breathed.
Ellen’s mouth fell open as she took it all in. Not that she should have been surprised. This was still part of The Enclave compound, after all. They were looking at a first-rate dungeon, including a St. Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, a punishment horse and a suspension rack. There was a bondage table set near the back of the room, a mirror affixed to the ceiling above it. Yoga mats were distributed around the floor.
Ellen sucked in her breath at the sight of the horizontal steel stockade set up near the back wall. A motorized fuck machine was positioned behind the stockade, its long cord already plugged into a wall socket. A huge black dildo covered in clear plastic film was attached to the plunger. She looked quickly away. Sex toys always made her a little nervous. Motorized ones made her a lot nervous.
She focused instead on the pleasing array of BDSM paraphernalia that hung on a steel peg board mounted on the wall at the back of the room. There were whips, canes, rope and various shackles and restraints. Raw desire zipped along her nerve endings.
“Go stand under the bondage rack, slave,” Master Damon commanded. “I’m going to help you relax.”
Chapter 6
Standing about six and a half feet high, the black triangle-legged bondage rack resembled a small swing set, minus the swings. Instead, Velcro wrist cuffs hung conveniently from the top bar on adjustable chains.
“Stand with your legs shoulder-width apart. Lift your arms over your head so I can cuff your wrists,” Damon directed.
Ellen raised her arms obediently but he could feel her nervous tension. Ever since they’d arrived at the cabin—no, even before that—ever since she’d met him in the mudroom, Ellen had become a bundle of nerves. While the sadist in him took pleasure in her erotic fear, the Dom in him wanted to help her relax.
After he’d cuffed her wrists and adjusted the chains, he moved to stand directly in front of her. Her slender arms were pulled taut by the restraints, her breasts lifted high by the position. Her head was down, her eyes focused on the floor.
Cupping her breasts in his hands, he pressed them together. Letting them drop, he reached for her nipples. He gripped them lightly at first, stroking and lightly tweaking them until they hardened.
His fingers still on her nipples, he commanded. “Look at me.”
She lifted her head and met his gaze. His eyes fixed on hers, he twisted the buds until she winced, her breath quickening. His cock stiffened as pain flashed over her pretty face. He twisted again until she gasped, tears filling her dark blue eyes.
Abruptly releasing her, he cupped her smooth cunt and inserted his middle finger. He smiled knowingly. “Soaking wet, as you should be.”
She bit her lip, color rising in her cheeks. But, well-trained sub that she was, she didn’t avert her gaze from his.
He moved the finger inside her, enjoying the clench of her vaginal muscles and her small gasp, this time of pleasure. As he finger-fucked her, she blinked rapidly, as if trying to control her response. Withdrawing the finger, he circled and teased her hard little clit until she was panting, a fine sheen of sweat on her brow.