He was sure of it. It was in his
grasp, like the glint of a hard metal
trophy.
“Mistress,” he rasped, still pumping
hard, his voice muffled somewhat by
her round curves, his mouth hot and
wet on the valley between those
quivering breasts.
“Please… Let me come for you.”
He was so close, bursting with it, so
it took a moment to register her
response, the fact she was drawing
away, rising off his cock, even as his
body bucked.
“No.”
“No—” He couldn’t help himself.
His hands reached out to seize her
hips, to yank her back. All the pain of
the piercings and the burn of the
earlier rape by Fiona slammed back
into him full force, overpowering
him. Because he’d learned to have
fast reflexes in prison, he held her
fast anyway, gritting his teeth. He
was going to come inside her,
dammit. He was going to break into
her head even if he had to do it with
force.
The grass restraints reared out of the
ground, coiled around his wrists and
wrenched his arms out to either side
of him, tearing his hands from her.
They looped over and over to hold
him up to the armpits. He struggled,
trying to get away, but the other
restraints were back as well,
anchoring his waist and hips, holding
him still, 53
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agonizingly on the brink of orgasm.
The pain was gone like a passing
thought and the denied release tore at
him with savage, lustful teeth.
The image of them in the park
vanished. He would have murdered
her if he was free. Hurt her as she’d
just deliberately hurt him. But that’s
what women did. Had he forgotten so
quickly? She was a cleverer Mistress
than he’d given her credit for. She’d
blindsided him and he felt the impact
as if his soul had collided with a
diesel truck.
He’d been trying to give her
everything, hadn’t he? What the hell
did she want?
“Conniving cunt,” he snarled. “Damn
you.”
The look in her eyes was brittle,
withdrawn. The traces of mortal
woman were gone, replaced with a
creature that was seductress,
otherworldly and dangerous. “Been
there, done that, Jonathan. Why do
you think I’m here?”
She cocked a brow, her gaze passing
over the ladder and D-ring, a
reminder that she had ways of
tethering him in almost any way she
desired. While it made him angry and
fearfully anxious, he also stayed
powerfully aroused.
“What the hell have you done to me?
No matter what you do, my dick just
wants you more.”
She knelt beside him, her knee
brushing his hip as she reached out
and toyed with one of the nipple
rings. His cock leaked fluids. If she
touched him there at all, he was sure
he’d go off like a geyser. She studied
his turgid member, an absorbed
expression on her face. Despite his
rage with her, he couldn’t help but be
distracted by the delicate angles of
her profile, so at odds with the
strength that pulsed from her like
roaring flame.
“It’s because you are a male
submissive, Nathan,” she said at last,
bringing her gaze back to his. “You
don’t like to admit it to yourself, but
you didn’t jack off in prison once,
did you? What kind of man does that?
What kind of man feels he can’t
allow himself satisfaction unless a
woman commands it?”
His lip curled, wanting to deny it, but
she wasn’t done. “You’re a
submissive of such wondrous beauty
and power, any Mistress would kill
to cherish you as her own. If your
soul wasn’t poisoned. And if you
weren’t mine.”
The possessive comment startled
him, the proprietary words slamming
into his chest, robbing him of breath
for a moment. When he remembered
how she’d left him dangling, so close
to coming, he rallied.
“Was that what denying me was
about? Your way of ‘cherishing’
me?” He sneered it.
“Karma has a much shorter
turnaround time here. Wasn’t that
what you were doing to me a few
moments ago? Bringing me pleasure
and then planning to use it against me
as a weapon?”
“I was
grasp, like the glint of a hard metal
trophy.
“Mistress,” he rasped, still pumping
hard, his voice muffled somewhat by
her round curves, his mouth hot and
wet on the valley between those
quivering breasts.
“Please… Let me come for you.”
He was so close, bursting with it, so
it took a moment to register her
response, the fact she was drawing
away, rising off his cock, even as his
body bucked.
“No.”
“No—” He couldn’t help himself.
His hands reached out to seize her
hips, to yank her back. All the pain of
the piercings and the burn of the
earlier rape by Fiona slammed back
into him full force, overpowering
him. Because he’d learned to have
fast reflexes in prison, he held her
fast anyway, gritting his teeth. He
was going to come inside her,
dammit. He was going to break into
her head even if he had to do it with
force.
The grass restraints reared out of the
ground, coiled around his wrists and
wrenched his arms out to either side
of him, tearing his hands from her.
They looped over and over to hold
him up to the armpits. He struggled,
trying to get away, but the other
restraints were back as well,
anchoring his waist and hips, holding
him still, 53
Joey W. Hill
agonizingly on the brink of orgasm.
The pain was gone like a passing
thought and the denied release tore at
him with savage, lustful teeth.
The image of them in the park
vanished. He would have murdered
her if he was free. Hurt her as she’d
just deliberately hurt him. But that’s
what women did. Had he forgotten so
quickly? She was a cleverer Mistress
than he’d given her credit for. She’d
blindsided him and he felt the impact
as if his soul had collided with a
diesel truck.
He’d been trying to give her
everything, hadn’t he? What the hell
did she want?
“Conniving cunt,” he snarled. “Damn
you.”
The look in her eyes was brittle,
withdrawn. The traces of mortal
woman were gone, replaced with a
creature that was seductress,
otherworldly and dangerous. “Been
there, done that, Jonathan. Why do
you think I’m here?”
She cocked a brow, her gaze passing
over the ladder and D-ring, a
reminder that she had ways of
tethering him in almost any way she
desired. While it made him angry and
fearfully anxious, he also stayed
powerfully aroused.
“What the hell have you done to me?
No matter what you do, my dick just
wants you more.”
She knelt beside him, her knee
brushing his hip as she reached out
and toyed with one of the nipple
rings. His cock leaked fluids. If she
touched him there at all, he was sure
he’d go off like a geyser. She studied
his turgid member, an absorbed
expression on her face. Despite his
rage with her, he couldn’t help but be
distracted by the delicate angles of
her profile, so at odds with the
strength that pulsed from her like
roaring flame.
“It’s because you are a male
submissive, Nathan,” she said at last,
bringing her gaze back to his. “You
don’t like to admit it to yourself, but
you didn’t jack off in prison once,
did you? What kind of man does that?
What kind of man feels he can’t
allow himself satisfaction unless a
woman commands it?”
His lip curled, wanting to deny it, but
she wasn’t done. “You’re a
submissive of such wondrous beauty
and power, any Mistress would kill
to cherish you as her own. If your
soul wasn’t poisoned. And if you
weren’t mine.”
The possessive comment startled
him, the proprietary words slamming
into his chest, robbing him of breath
for a moment. When he remembered
how she’d left him dangling, so close
to coming, he rallied.
“Was that what denying me was
about? Your way of ‘cherishing’
me?” He sneered it.
“Karma has a much shorter
turnaround time here. Wasn’t that
what you were doing to me a few
moments ago? Bringing me pleasure
and then planning to use it against me
as a weapon?”
“I was
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