Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
As if he can sense my thoughts, he lifts his gaze to mine. Dragging a finger along the hemline of my leotard, he snaps it against my skin.
A shiver rolls down my spine as warmth melts through my insides, distracting me from that haunting question in my mind.
“You like that?” He grips a handful of my ass cheek, squeezing it roughly.
I bite my lip and nod, anticipation thrumming through my veins as I imagine how rough he might get with me tonight.
“Good.” Darkness threads through his voice. “Let’s see how you like thinking of me every time you sit down.”
With one fluid motion, he unsnaps my leotard, peeling the fabric up along with my skirt until I’m entirely exposed to him. I draw in a breath as I wait to see what he’ll do, and I don’t even have time to exhale before his hand reverberates off my ass…hard.
I yelp, my legs nearly buckling from the shock of it.
“You’d better learn to hold on, Praeda. That was just the appetizer.”
I straighten my legs, locking my muscles as I brace for the next impact. He gives me another hard smack on the other cheek, and an embarrassing sound of pleasure catches in my throat.
It isn’t just the spankings. It’s watching him loom behind me like nightmare-fuel.
His body is a weapon—an actual killing machine. I saw it myself the night he protected me.
His dominance has never been in question. He’s so much larger than me, he could toss me around until I broke if he felt like it.
As he continues to rain down blows on both sides of my ass, I watch him in utter fascination. My eyes map the visible lines of his jaw, the tendons in his neck, and his Adam’s apple as his throat works. There’s something so hot about seeing the predator in him surface, and tonight, I’ll see him at his most primal.
He beats my ass until it’s red hot, then smooths his palms over the sensitive skin, lifting his gaze to my reflection in the mirror. For a long moment, we linger there as he soothes the sting with his hands, cataloguing every physiological response to his touch. I’m aching for him already, and I can’t hide it.
He guides his palm down between my thighs, slipping through my arousal, and my eyes fall shut.
“Look at my sweet little prey,” he murmurs. “Practically begging to be used.”
My back bows in offering, and a sound of approval rumbles through his chest.
“You want to come, baby?”
I nod, a rough exhalation spilling from my lips.
“You have to earn it.”
I’m not certain how I’m supposed to do that, but he has my attention when he removes something from his pocket. It looks like a small drawstring bag, but it’s hard to tell because his hands obscure what he’s doing.
He opens what sounds like a bottle, squeezing out some liquid before he returns the bag to his pocket. A wet sound fills the air as he glides his fingers over the object, then presses it against my ass.
Goosebumps erupt on my body as I realize it’s an anal plug.
His free palm settles over the base of my spine as he slowly starts to work the plug against me. He massages the muscles in my back as he opens me up, and the combination sends me into a spiral of pleasure.
After a few more minutes, my entire body relaxes, but the ache between my legs is so heavy, I can hardly stand it. By the time he inserts the entire plug, I’m prepared to beg if that’s what it takes. But he has other ideas.
He pushes two fingers into my wetness, and it feels so much more intense than anything else we’ve done up to this point. I feel the pressure of the plug through the thin wall as he tortures me with deliberately slow strokes, sliding in and out of me until he withdraws his fingers completely.
“What are you—?”
His palm reverberates off my ass again, and it sends a shockwave through my entire body. My toes curl inside my shoes as I wait, hoping for more. But instead of giving it to me, he pulls my leotard back into place, buttoning the snaps and smoothing my skirt over my hips.
Wordlessly, he gives me one last glance, then turns and walks away.
I stand upright, the plug shifting inside me as I try to follow him. But as soon as I round the corner, he’s gone.
I stare down the mirrored hall in confusion. There’s no way he could have disappeared that quickly. I was right behind him, and I would have heard him if he had been moving fast, but he wasn’t.
With no explanation and in desperate need of relief, I walk back down the hall and continue navigating my way through the labyrinth.
It takes me at least another five minutes, but I finally manage to find the door to the next room. When I open it, I’m shocked to see a rotating platform with very little space on either side. It almost looks like a carousel, but in place of horses, there are various apparatuses. A few serve an obvious purpose, like a bondage bench, an X-shaped cross, and a swing. Apart from that, there’s also a kennel—which currently houses a naked woman who peers out through the bars, watching as a man fucks another woman restrained in a stockade.