Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
I continue to move it downwards, and she lifts her head back, looking up at the ceiling. I watch her throat work as she swallows. “I’m going to play with you, little doll. I’m going to drag you through the mud.” I get to her neck, and she holds her breath. Going lower, I run over her chest and come to the top of her dress. The tip of the blade hits the material, and it’s like butter down the middle, exposing her breasts to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “Your clothes will be dirty and cut. Your knees bruised and your thighs shaking.” She sucks in a shaky breath at my words. I slice the knife through what’s left of her dress. And I get to see all of her.
She’s on display for me—my toy.
When I run the side of the blade over her thigh, her breathing picks up, causing her tits to bounce and her nipples to harden.
Little doll likes to play games. I knew she would.
“I love these.” I reach up with my free hand and grab her left one. I let go and slap it. She cries out in pleasure and lowers her head to look up at me. Her makeup is smeared from tears, and I smile once again.
“And your pussy.” I place my left hand on the back of the chair by her head, leaning over her, pushing the chair back in the process. My face so close to hers I can smell the vodka on her breath as I lower the blade to her lower stomach, right against her underwear. “Will be soaking wet.”
She stills as we hear the fabric split. I toss the knife to the concrete floor next to her chair and shove my hands between her clenched thighs. She doesn’t allow me much space since her calves are taped together. But I get a hold of the cut fabric and rip what’s left off her.
She cries out, panting.
I stand to my full height and hold them in my hand, looking down at them. “Look at that. My doll likes being played with.” You can see the wet spot on her nude-colored thong.
Her cheeks turn red.
“Don’t be embarrassed, little doll. Look how much you turn me on.”
She drops her eyes to my jeans, and of course, I’m hard.
She licks her lips, and I smile. “As much as I want to fuck your mouth, that’s not why we’re here.”
I wad the underwear up and shove them into her mouth with my right hand. Leaving my three fingers in her mouth, holding her tongue down. She starts to make a gagging noise and tries to shake her head, but my thumb is under her chin, holding it in place. I reach over and grab a piece of the tape off the end of the chair with my left hand. I remove my hand from her mouth and slap it over her lips, her underwear still in her mouth. Then I grab the other piece of tape and put it over as well. Securing the merchandise.
“There we go,” I say, looking at her naked, bound, and gagged. All she wears is her red heels and her black choker. She looks absolutely delicious. “Now we’re ready.”
I sit down beside her, getting ready for the show as “Whore” by In This Moment starts to come through the speakers behind us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
HENLEY
SALIVA FILLS MY mouth, and tears run down my face. I don’t know if it’s from embarrassment or shame. I’m sitting here completely naked for anyone to see, and my thighs are wet because of Law.
I yank on my body, trying to get any part of it free, and I hear Law laugh from beside me.
A spotlight comes on, pointing on the stage in front of us. I can’t see who is controlling it because my body is incapable of turning around that much.
But the music is turned up louder, and I watch a figure step out onto the stage, dressed in all black. I squint, trying to see who it is, but it only takes a second to recognize her.
It’s Jamie.
I try to yell her name behind the tape, any embarrassment that I’m naked and tied to a chair now gone. She’s my only hope.
I yell again but stop when I see another figure step out onto the stage. My eyes quickly scan it to see an old brown leather couch with holes and tears in it sitting center stage. The cushions have gone flat over the years. That’s it. There’s nothing else.
Jamie turns around to look at the man, and my breath catches when I see it’s Scout.
What the fuck?
He walks up to her and slides his hands into her hair, and kisses her. No hesitations.
My heart starts to run rapidly for reasons other than Law.