Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
With her hand held in mine, I murmur, “You know you need to be punished, don’t you?”
She swallows thickly and I swear I can hear her heart racing even as my own quickens. “Yes,” she replies, barely getting out the word.
“If you ever did that in front of them …”
“I wouldn’t,” she says as if it’s a promise, the words tumbling out as she shakes her head refuting the claim.
“I think you would, Braelynn.” I’m quick to correct myself, adding, “I know you would. You’ve forgotten who owns you.”
With wide eyes she peers up at me. The look there is one I fucking love, one I would kill for to ensure it stays with her forevermore. Her expression is one of obedience, tinged with the desire to please me, to prove to me that she belongs to me. A warmth flows through me, one that satisfies every jagged edge of what’s happened. A balm that promises everything will be all right so long as she listens to me and so long as I teach her, punish her, and satisfy my little fuck toy.
“Yes, Declan,” she answers and with that I place her hand on my lap and bring my thumb to her lip.
Yesterday I would have thought it an impossibility to want her like I do now. To crave her begging for forgiveness and promising me her complete submission.
“Who owns you, Braelynn?”
“You do,” she answers immediately.
“Do you still want me?” I question and she tells me, “Yes, but I’m scared …”
“Of my brothers?”
“Yes,” she whispers but there’s a moment of hesitation.
“Of me?” I surmise.
She nods first before replying, “Yes.”
“But you still want me?”
“Yes … I do. Even if I’m terrified of you, I still do,” she confesses and emotion drenches every word.
There’s a twisted sickness that stirs in my chest, an agonizing truth I’ve always known was there. I settle on another truth, brushing my thumb along her chin as I stare at her lips. “I can live with that.”
“Do …” she starts to question and my gaze is brought back to hers. She searches my expression for something before asking, “Do you still want me?” Her voice is small and full of insecurity.
I’m going to fuck that question out of existence.
If I didn’t want her, she’d be dead. I’m certain she knows it, so I bite the comment back.
Instead, with both hands on her hip, I roll her over and then pull her onto her knees. She yelps in surprise, then gasps as I wrap her hair around my wrist and grip the nape of her neck, pulling her head toward me. With her back arched and my lips at her shoulder I whisper against her skin. “There is nothing and no one I want more, Braelynn,” I speak without thinking. I tell her what she wants to hear and what I wish wasn’t true.
I’m well and truly fucked when it comes to this woman.
“After I punish you, I’m going to fuck you until we’re both too exhausted to stay awake any longer.”
I keep my grip tight as I lower her cheek to the floor. “Stay,” I command her, fueled by her heavy pants. “I want your arms like this for your punishment,” I tell her and lay them beside her, palms up so she can’t brace herself any longer. My gaze lingers on a gouge on her wrist from where the restraints dug in.
Betrayal and anger, disappointment and even fear strike me. For a fraction of a second, they all war inside of me. Every emotion demands to be heard and I smother them all down, refusing to feel anything but what I have with Braelynn in this moment.
Running my hand down her back, inwardly I promise myself I will make this all right. Her shoulders carry the weight of her upper half, her ass remaining high in the air and her cunt barely showing to me.
“Arch your back,” I murmur as I stand behind her to take off my pants. My erection is hard and eager for her, but my palm itches to punish her first.
She does as commanded and I’m given a perfect view of the soft hues of her pink lips. Getting back down on my knees I grip her hips and drag her away from the wall to position her so I have full leverage behind her.
She yelps with the movement and nearly moves her arms. They jerk from natural instinct, but she keeps them how I arranged them.
Good girl.
That’s my good little fuck toy.
I don’t give a shit what happened before, I’ll keep her away from everything and she’ll stay safe and she’ll stay mine. That’s the only thing I care about.
“Safe word, Braelynn. Give it to me.”
“Red,” she whispers, a flush already darkening her tan skin. The color pools in her cheeks as she breathes in heavily, her hands clenching and unclenching as she waits for the first blow.