“Just like that. You’re beautiful.” His lips graze my shoulder. “Gagged.” His breath sears my skin. “Mine.”
“It’s wrong,” I say around the rope. “So wrong.”
“What’s wrong is you telling meno.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, making a low, satisfied sound in the backof his throat. “You refusing me when I can enjoy you without interruptions. When they’re busy with Easton.”
They. His family.
That’s my last conscious thought. My logic vanishes when Knox releases my breast and cups my pussy.
Sensual. Feral. Dominating.
“Your moans.” Oh God, his finger is inside me. He groans as I squeeze him, pulling him in. “The sounds you’ll make. They’re mine. I won’t let anyone have them. Won’t let anyone haveyou.”
Terror thumps against my ribs.
The dark places he’s taking me to. The comforting weight of him.
My body recognizes his madness. I want all of it, every bit, for myself.
Even when I watch him lean forward to get something from the floor.
The thicker rope that looks like a leash.
I never imagined that this would be my life. That I’d be mumbling incoherent nothings into a gag.
That I wouldn’t be afraid of a leash about to be looped around my throat.
But it is my life. And though it’s sick and wrong, I’m done being scared. Done fighting this.
How can I, with him tilting his head like that, studying me from the side?
When he vibrates with something that feels a lot like hope, that I get it, that I understand him, I nod.
Because…yes. I do get it. Finally.
These ropes he’s brought with him aren’t meant to be restraints. They’re vows. That we’re going to be together forever. That we’re getting out of here.
With that in mind, I let him wrap the thicker one around me too. It slides around my throat, heating my skin.
I revel in his attention.
I trust him, and I’m proven right. When the rope presses lightly against my throat, Knox doesn’t choke me, even as I sense that he’s sitting up straight.
He’s claiming me without harming me. Putting enough pressure to remind me that I’m his without endangering my health for a single second.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
My eyes water, my ass stings from his sudden and unforgiving spanking.
Crack. Crack.
He keeps going. I don’t resist these either, no matter how bad it hurts.
I don’t ever want him to stop possessing me. Ever.
Because this isn’t about pain. The impact of his smacking makes me hotter. My nipples pull tight, my hips are restless, my body starving for friction.
He doesn’t stop giving me exactly what I want, pressing his cock between my thighs and spanking me.
