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Pitiful and I didn’t care.
A pause, as if he wondered whether to be truthful.
The world poised on the verge of fracturing.
When he spoke, each syllable was measured. “No. I was never going to let you go.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Then his hand encompassed my head and he ran his fingers along my scalp, parting my hair. I shuddered, unravelling from the emotions tearing through me.
Bliss settled in as his fingers did their sorcery.
Embarrassing, but I could no longer deny how much this turned me on.
“What would you have done if I’d run through the gate?” I had to know. Even if it hurt.
Around his eyes crinkled just a little. “Glass planned to kill you, but that was long ago. None of us would do it now.” His fingers scrunched in on my hair until pain pricked through my skin. “I’d rather lock you up in my room, chained to my bed, for a hundred years, than let you leave me, meisie.”
Breathing in Him through the denim, I whispered my reply. “I’d rather be there in your room, forever, than be made to go, Sir.”
Then I shut my eyes, needing to say more, but this was so contrary to what should be true and so repulsive to my old self, that it was torture to squeeze the words from my brain to my tongue.
“I...know logically that what I’m doing is crazy, but it is what I want. I want to be yours, owned, your slave. I need to be.” My arms slid around his leg and I held on as if an earthquake might be about to shake me loose.
He tightened his fingers some more. “Good. Keep your head up.” His voice rasped with raw emotion.
Still with my eyes closed, I did as he asked. I felt his collar encircle my neck and he buckled it on. Then came the small click as he fastened the leash. Peace settled on me. I was His again.
“Look at me now.” He nudged my chin and I looked up into his brown eyes. The intensity there was scary. “I see you, meisie. Never forget from now on, that you are mine. You answer to only me. I will keep you, and care for you, but I will also punish you when you need it. You are my beloved slave.”
My vision blurred with the tears flooding my eyes.
“And now.” His smile turned ferocious as he raised me to my feet. “I’m going to claim you with metal. I’m going to pierce you. You can scream if you like. That will only make it better.”
I knew that. He loved my screams. Anticipating that moment of cruelty, my toes curled and I shivered the teensiest amount. “May I ask where, Sir?”
“No. You’ll see soon enough. I’m going to enjoy this.”
The leash jingled as he stepped away and let it sway between us.
Oh. The evil in that statement. I shuddered and felt my pussy dampen. At the tug on my leash, I followed him back into the house.
Whether he didn’t trust me not to move, or he maybe he just liked me bound, Sir strapped me onto the bed in his room, my arms above, my legs spread. When he shoved pillows under my lower back and my bottom, I guessed where he meant to pierce.
My clit? Nooo.
I’d never heard him speak of having done anything like this. Jurgen, yes, but not Sir. Was he bluffing?
The slow and tidy assembly of a whole collection of instruments on a tray on the other half of this king-sized bed seemed aimed at scaring me more than anything. My heart beat louder. There were at least six fat metal rings over there. Big shiny ones.
I sucked in my lower lip then cautiously cleared my throat. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
I was used to him studying me but this, when I figured he was going through some procedure in his head – far worse. When I squirmed, he smirked.
“Sir, surely you don’t need all those...things?”
