Run to Him: The Full Novel: A Domination/Submission Alpha Male Billionaire Suspenseful Romance (The Billionaire's Beck and Call Book 4) by Delilah Fawkes Page B
Authors: Delilah Fawkes
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kinky couples. I’ll tell anyone who asks that the default clause is part of what gets you off—you love being punished, after all—and you signed willingly, with my driver there as a witness. No one is going to push for an investigation, especially when people know we’ve slept together, Lucy… They’ll just assume you joined this place of your own free will, and leave it alone. Especially with my partners assuring anyone who asks that these types of contracts are perfectly regular among people of our particular… tastes.”
His fingers moved higher, brushing the underside of my breasts. He traced my curves, enjoying my obvious discomfort. A hot tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it.
He was right. The police would never even look for me. They’d just assume this was some kinky sex thing and move on. Even with Max frantically trying to help, they’d just think he was my jealous ex… and who would convince them otherwise?
Hell, they could just look at my bank statements to see my first month’s salary already deposited.
Oh, God, please help me… Please, won’t someone fucking help me!
I was trapped in dungeon of a madman, totally and completely alone.
A loud buzzing turned my thoughts back to my captor. He was holding a long device like a wand with a spinning top, its cord stretching off into the shadows. It looked like some kind of torture device, but when he brought it near and pressed it between my legs, I realized it was something much, much worse.
“ Fuck you !”
He hit me again, hard, and I cried out, my cheek swelling and burning even as the magic wand sent aggressive waves of pleasure through my pussy lips below.
“Such hatred, Lucy,” he whispered, pressing the wand into me harder until my toes curled and my eyes watered. “And I’ve been nothing but kind to you. Good to you.”
He grabbed my nipple and twisted, making me scream.
“But what do I get in return for my kindness, hmm? I get spit in my face .”
He released my nipple and pulled my hair tight instead, dragging my face next to his.
“I get humiliated in front of my guests, I get verbal abuse ...”
He yanked my hair hard, sending searing pain through my scalp, even as the wand mercilessly teased me, making my thighs shake in my restraints, my body helpless to resist the pleasure he was forcing me to endure.
“And after I take you in! Pay you! Feed you! Clothe you! Treat you like the most beautiful woman in the world!”
He dug the vibrator into me with each phrase, pulsing it against me until I was sweating, trying to hold back, trying not to betray myself, even as he pushed me closer and closer to orgasm.
He moved his face right next to mine, and flipped the switch to its highest setting. I shrieked, trying desperately to hold on, to stop what I knew was now inevitable.
“ Why won’t you just let me love you ,” he hissed in my ear.
I whimpered, tears rolling down my cheeks, along with the blood dripping from my injured lip, my swollen face. He stroked my hair, watching me with a smile on his face, enjoying my struggle.
“You will before the end, Lucy Willcox. You will love me, as I love you. And everything will be finally be as it should be. It will be perfect .”
I came apart, my orgasm crashing over me along with a wave of hot disgust, searing me, making me cry even as I shook, pleasure rippling through me again and again.
I cried out Max’s name, willing his face into my mind’s eye as I came, imagining it was him I was falling apart for, him I was giving my pleasure to, him stroking my hair and calling me his own.
I love you, Max. I love you! Please, know that I love you!
The last thing I saw was Mr. Alastair’s fist sailing through the air toward my face, and then I succumbed, once more, to darkness.
Chapter 6: Escape
Lucy
In my dreams, he was with me; tall and strong, cocky, even, as he leaned against the side of his black Lamborghini, eying me like I was his prey, and
His fingers moved higher, brushing the underside of my breasts. He traced my curves, enjoying my obvious discomfort. A hot tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it.
He was right. The police would never even look for me. They’d just assume this was some kinky sex thing and move on. Even with Max frantically trying to help, they’d just think he was my jealous ex… and who would convince them otherwise?
Hell, they could just look at my bank statements to see my first month’s salary already deposited.
Oh, God, please help me… Please, won’t someone fucking help me!
I was trapped in dungeon of a madman, totally and completely alone.
A loud buzzing turned my thoughts back to my captor. He was holding a long device like a wand with a spinning top, its cord stretching off into the shadows. It looked like some kind of torture device, but when he brought it near and pressed it between my legs, I realized it was something much, much worse.
“ Fuck you !”
He hit me again, hard, and I cried out, my cheek swelling and burning even as the magic wand sent aggressive waves of pleasure through my pussy lips below.
“Such hatred, Lucy,” he whispered, pressing the wand into me harder until my toes curled and my eyes watered. “And I’ve been nothing but kind to you. Good to you.”
He grabbed my nipple and twisted, making me scream.
“But what do I get in return for my kindness, hmm? I get spit in my face .”
He released my nipple and pulled my hair tight instead, dragging my face next to his.
“I get humiliated in front of my guests, I get verbal abuse ...”
He yanked my hair hard, sending searing pain through my scalp, even as the wand mercilessly teased me, making my thighs shake in my restraints, my body helpless to resist the pleasure he was forcing me to endure.
“And after I take you in! Pay you! Feed you! Clothe you! Treat you like the most beautiful woman in the world!”
He dug the vibrator into me with each phrase, pulsing it against me until I was sweating, trying to hold back, trying not to betray myself, even as he pushed me closer and closer to orgasm.
He moved his face right next to mine, and flipped the switch to its highest setting. I shrieked, trying desperately to hold on, to stop what I knew was now inevitable.
“ Why won’t you just let me love you ,” he hissed in my ear.
I whimpered, tears rolling down my cheeks, along with the blood dripping from my injured lip, my swollen face. He stroked my hair, watching me with a smile on his face, enjoying my struggle.
“You will before the end, Lucy Willcox. You will love me, as I love you. And everything will be finally be as it should be. It will be perfect .”
I came apart, my orgasm crashing over me along with a wave of hot disgust, searing me, making me cry even as I shook, pleasure rippling through me again and again.
I cried out Max’s name, willing his face into my mind’s eye as I came, imagining it was him I was falling apart for, him I was giving my pleasure to, him stroking my hair and calling me his own.
I love you, Max. I love you! Please, know that I love you!
The last thing I saw was Mr. Alastair’s fist sailing through the air toward my face, and then I succumbed, once more, to darkness.
Chapter 6: Escape
Lucy
In my dreams, he was with me; tall and strong, cocky, even, as he leaned against the side of his black Lamborghini, eying me like I was his prey, and
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