His massive body settles over mine, and his hand wraps around my throat.
“That’s such a beautiful sound,” he says, his voice taking on the soft, almost detached quality that makes my belly quiver. It’s a bit unnerving, but I love the rush of fear that makes my fingers and toes tingle.
He’s going to hurt me again, and I tremble in anticipation of the sweet pain.
“Your laugh is lovely,” he says in that erotically disturbing tone. “But I think I’ll like it better when you can’t breathe unless I allow it.”
His fingers tighten around my neck, pressing down on my arteries. Primal panic makes my hands fly to his wrist in a reflexive act of self-defense.
A cruelly beautiful grin stretches his lush lips, and he doesn’t bother to restrain me. He lets me scrabble at his hand and squirm beneath him as he slowly increases the pressure.
“Dane…” His whispered name echoes in my ears alongside the desperate pounding of my own pulse.
“Yes, darling?” he drawls. “Do you want to say something?”
His palm presses down on my windpipe. Not hard enough to cause me pain, but just enough to restrict my airflow.
I’m writhing, but I’m rubbing myself on him. My nipples are hard peaks, and my arousal wets his thigh where I’m grinding my clit against his hard muscles.
My mind starts to float, and my fingers stop clawing at his wrist. He indulges himself in a long, tender kiss, exploring the shape of my parted lips as I struggle to draw in the small sips of oxygen he allows me.
“Are you going to come for me while I’m choking you, Abigail? Is your tight pussy aching?”
“Yes.” My lips form the word, but no sound comes out.
My entire body is sparkling, and my mind is blissfully silent. There’s only raw, animal need and his control over my body.
“Go on,” he commands. “Make yourself feel good.”
I rotate my hips, and pleasure bursts through me. I shudder beneath him as the orgasm wracks my body. Just as I reach the peak, he releases my throat. Blood rushes to my head, and blessed oxygen floods my lungs. I’m soaring, and the world goes white.
There’s a scream tearing through the room. It echoes off the high ceiling like violent music, and I dimly realize I’m making the primal sound.
I’m shaking and utterly spent by the time the world comes back into focus. His green eyes are the first thing I see, staring into my soul with raw hunger. He’s watched me come completely unraveled, and he’s reveling in my total subjugation.
He finally breaks our intense connection when he focuses on my wrists. I’m limp and trembling as he stretches my arms toward the bedposts and secures them there with waiting leather cuffs. They’re attached to the sturdy mahogany frame with short chains, tucked neatly out of sight behind the mattress until he’s ready to use them on me.
Once my wrists are bound, he makes quick work of shackling my ankles to the lower bedposts. Before I can fully catch my breath again, I’m spread out before him like an offering, completely helpless to resist anything he wants to do to me.
“You have such lovely breasts, pet,” he says, his voice slow and deep, as though he’s slightly intoxicated. “I want to know how sensitive those tight little nipples are. I’m going to learn every single one of your body’s secrets. I own you.”
I lick my lips, my own hunger for my dark god consuming me. “Yes, Master. I’m yours.”
His nostrils flare like a predator catching his prey’s scent, but he already has me snared. There’s nowhere to run, no hope of evading him.
And I don’t want to. Even though delicious fear is snaking down my spine, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I just orgasmed, but I’m already desperate for more. I want him to utterly devastate me.
He takes another deliciously tense moment to drink in the sight of my bound, helpless body before he goes to his nightstand. I crane my head to see what he’s retrieving from the drawer, and something silvery glints in his hand. He mostly hides whatever it is in his fist and settles his body over mine again.
I sigh and relax under his weight, loving the feeling of being trapped by his strength.
His lips caress mine, a slow, indulgent kiss. I match his intensity, worshipping his perfect mouth. I trace the shape of his pillowy lips with my tongue, memorizing the feel of him. His scent enfolds me—slightly salt-kissed and uniquelyDanein the absence of his expensive cologne.
I tip my head back and invite him to kiss me more deeply, to consume me.
He palms my breast, and I gasp into his mouth as pleasure crackles in a sparkling line from my nipple directly to my clit. He hums his satisfaction at my response and tweaks the hard bud. A small flare of pain sharpens my pleasure, and my inner muscles clench.
