jaw drops. In the center of the room is a glossy black table about two feet wide and six feet long. The table is topped with a white vinyl cushion. It looks almost like a fancy doctor’s examination table. But the items on the walls tell me Knox is not about to give me a medical exam.
Various chains, whips, ropes, and leather restraints hang from walls. The light glints off the chains and the buckles on the restraints. My entire body floods with a pulsating fear, making the lights dance in front of my eyes.
“Are you afraid now?”
I turn to him, grabbing his arm for support. That’s when I notice his sleeves are rolled up. He’s ready to go to work.
“I know you’d never hurt me.”
“Define hurt .” He flashes me that devious half-smile and my knees weaken. “Take off your clothes and lie down, Rebecca.”
He unzips the back of my dress in one swift motion and a gust of longing sweeps through me. I try not to let him see how my fingers tremble as I pull off my dress. But I know he can see it. He’s feeding off of it.
Once I’m naked, he swoops me in his arms and gently lies me down on the table. The vinyl is cold against my skin. My nipples instantly perk up. Knox notices this and he brushes his thumb over my right nipple.
“This belongs to me.” He squeezes it gently and the pulsing need between my leg intensifies.
He pulls two armrests out of the table. Then he covers my wrists in plush sheepskin before he ties my arms down. I shiver as he traces his finger down my belly, over my thigh, and down to my ankle.
How is he going to tie down my ankles?
This question is answered quickly when he pulls out two metal stirrups from the table. He places my feet in the stirrups and ties down my ankles.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks, his voice isn’t as gruff as it normally is. There’s a soft, reassuring quality to it. He wants me to know that I’m safe.
“Yes.”
“Good. Close your eyes.”
I do as I’m told and the darkness is both soothing and exciting. I wait for what feels like an eternity before I finally feel his touch. It feels like the soft tassels of a leather whip being lightly dragged over the skin between my breasts. I want to open my eyes, but I know this won’t go over well with Knox.
He drags the tassels over my belly and down between my legs. He lands a swift whack against the inside of my thigh and I cry out.
“Holy shit!”
Immediately he holds his hand over the spot where he whipped me and the warmth of his hand makes the pain melt away. He doesn’t give me any time to breath before he whips the inside of my other thigh. He takes the pain away with his hand and I brace myself for the next lashing.
The next two land on my butt, one on each cheek. Each time I cry out just as loudly as the last time.
“Does that hurt?”
“Yes!”
He whips my ass again, but this time he gets a piece of my engorged lips. I shriek just as a soft blow lands on my clit. This knocks the breath out of me. Immediately, his mouth is on my swollen nub, soothing me, licking my wounds.
My shrieks turn to cries of pleasure and my legs begin to tremble. He sucks on my clit and kisses every inch of my flesh. But he stops just short of making me come. This sweet torture lasts for at least an hour. Finally, he ends this torment by giving me three successive orgasms.
He has to carry me to the dance room when he’s done with me. My limbs are like limp spaghetti in his arms. He lies me down on one of the sofas, then he kneels next to me.
He cups his hand over my sensitive mound and growls in my ear. “Who does this belong to?”
“You,” I breathe, completely spent, but I manage to reach out for him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up so I can hold him close. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
10
Waking up in Knox’s plush bed, with his lush body lying next to me, is beyond dreamlike. This must be heaven.
I scoot closer to him and he begins to stir. I drape my
Various chains, whips, ropes, and leather restraints hang from walls. The light glints off the chains and the buckles on the restraints. My entire body floods with a pulsating fear, making the lights dance in front of my eyes.
“Are you afraid now?”
I turn to him, grabbing his arm for support. That’s when I notice his sleeves are rolled up. He’s ready to go to work.
“I know you’d never hurt me.”
“Define hurt .” He flashes me that devious half-smile and my knees weaken. “Take off your clothes and lie down, Rebecca.”
He unzips the back of my dress in one swift motion and a gust of longing sweeps through me. I try not to let him see how my fingers tremble as I pull off my dress. But I know he can see it. He’s feeding off of it.
Once I’m naked, he swoops me in his arms and gently lies me down on the table. The vinyl is cold against my skin. My nipples instantly perk up. Knox notices this and he brushes his thumb over my right nipple.
“This belongs to me.” He squeezes it gently and the pulsing need between my leg intensifies.
He pulls two armrests out of the table. Then he covers my wrists in plush sheepskin before he ties my arms down. I shiver as he traces his finger down my belly, over my thigh, and down to my ankle.
How is he going to tie down my ankles?
This question is answered quickly when he pulls out two metal stirrups from the table. He places my feet in the stirrups and ties down my ankles.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks, his voice isn’t as gruff as it normally is. There’s a soft, reassuring quality to it. He wants me to know that I’m safe.
“Yes.”
“Good. Close your eyes.”
I do as I’m told and the darkness is both soothing and exciting. I wait for what feels like an eternity before I finally feel his touch. It feels like the soft tassels of a leather whip being lightly dragged over the skin between my breasts. I want to open my eyes, but I know this won’t go over well with Knox.
He drags the tassels over my belly and down between my legs. He lands a swift whack against the inside of my thigh and I cry out.
“Holy shit!”
Immediately he holds his hand over the spot where he whipped me and the warmth of his hand makes the pain melt away. He doesn’t give me any time to breath before he whips the inside of my other thigh. He takes the pain away with his hand and I brace myself for the next lashing.
The next two land on my butt, one on each cheek. Each time I cry out just as loudly as the last time.
“Does that hurt?”
“Yes!”
He whips my ass again, but this time he gets a piece of my engorged lips. I shriek just as a soft blow lands on my clit. This knocks the breath out of me. Immediately, his mouth is on my swollen nub, soothing me, licking my wounds.
My shrieks turn to cries of pleasure and my legs begin to tremble. He sucks on my clit and kisses every inch of my flesh. But he stops just short of making me come. This sweet torture lasts for at least an hour. Finally, he ends this torment by giving me three successive orgasms.
He has to carry me to the dance room when he’s done with me. My limbs are like limp spaghetti in his arms. He lies me down on one of the sofas, then he kneels next to me.
He cups his hand over my sensitive mound and growls in my ear. “Who does this belong to?”
“You,” I breathe, completely spent, but I manage to reach out for him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up so I can hold him close. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
10
Waking up in Knox’s plush bed, with his lush body lying next to me, is beyond dreamlike. This must be heaven.
I scoot closer to him and he begins to stir. I drape my
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