She’s not afraid of me. She should be.
She wasn’t supposed to be there tonight. I took her because I had no other choice, but as I carried her from her home dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel, I knew I would be keeping her.
I’m going to make her tell me everything I need to know. Then I’m going to make her mine.
She’ll sob as my belt lashes her bottom and she’ll scream as climax after savage climax is forced from her naked, quivering body, but there will be no mercy no matter how shamefully she begs.
She’s not just going to learn to obey me. She’s going to learn to fear me.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 57,500 words
I heard a chair jostle behind me, and his boots padded against the carpet. I bit my lip and waited. I couldn’t see him. He made sure to stay behind me completely so that I couldn’t see the look on his face or what he was doing.
It made me all the more afraid.
A soft buzzing sound met my ears and I stilled.
I knew what that was. It was a vibrator. I had one of my own.
My mouth went dry as cotton and an extreme sense of helplessness passed over me.
“Please. I can’t take any more. I’m so sore,” I begged but he didn’t listen.
Instead, he pressed the little vibrating egg against my clit, and I swore I saw stars. I came faster than I had ever come in my life and I sobbed. I screamed. I lost control and everything hurt. I flung my head from side to side and forgot about being careful to avoid catching the clothespins on the back of the chair.
Nothing mattered except the cruel vibrating egg between my legs.
My eyes rolled back in my head and pain racked through my body, only to be followed by a terrible surge of pleasure that held me captive and consumed me completely.
I cried harder.
“Please, no more,” I begged.
He didn’t stop.
I screamed as every nerve in my body ignited with brutal ecstasy. Liam was merciless as he forced one orgasm after another from my body until I went limp against the chair, no longer caring that my nipples hurt.
Nothing else mattered but me and him. That I had been disobedient. That he’d had to punish me for it.
Finally, he took the vibrating egg away from my sore little clit and I sobbed with relief, not caring that my face was a filthy mess of tears, my own wetness, and his drying seed.
“Are you still feeling sassy now, Sofia?” he asked.