Page 78 of Compulsion

I’m his, and there’s nothing I can do but accept him as my master.

“Isn’t that better?” he asks, as though his cruelty is a mercy. “My pet is so calm and sweet now.”

I give a halfhearted jerk beneath him, and he shushes me gently.

“You don’t need your pride.” His low, accented voice is deeply alluring, drawing me into temptation. “You only needme. Submit.”

A shuddering sigh convulses my chest, and he kisses the cathartic tear that rolls down my cheek.

His weight lifts off me, and I whine at the loss.

His arrogant chuckle rumbles over my skin like a caress, drawing a shiver from me. He grasps my shoulders and pulls me upright, so that I’m on my knees in the center of the bed.

I want to turn to face him, but I’m meekly compliant and don’t try to defy him again. I’m bound by his will: his control chains my mind, and my body is now his to use however he wants.

Rope wraps around my wrists, and my elbows are forced to bend with my arms behind my back. I give the restraint a gentle tug, testing it. I relax further when it holds firm without biting into my skin.

My master might give me pain, but he will never cause me harm.

The rope winds around my chest, looping beneath my breasts. He weaves it around me in a complicated pattern that my mind is too hazy to follow. There’s only the delicious tension of the hemp and his long fingers brushing over my sensitizedskin as he slowly binds me. It’s a sensual act, and my body flushes with carnal heat. Arousal drips down my thighs, and my swollen labia ache with every heavy beat of my heart.

He ties off his work at my back, and then he fists the complex web behind my shoulders. The rope draws tight around my chest, stimulating my trapped breasts until they throb in time with my core.

He reaches around me and tweaks my nipples, and my shocked cry of ecstatic pain is muffled by the gag. He toys with me, pinching and rolling the tight peaks between his deft fingers until I’m writhing in his ropes.

I try to plead for mercy, but I can only moan and whimper around the gag. His mocking laugh rumbles into me, stimulating my pussy like a vibrator pushed deep inside me.

“Are you going to come while I torture your pretty nipples?” he asks, giving them a particularly vicious twist.

Pain bursts through me, ravaging my psyche. My tormented mind interprets it as pleasure, and I scream out my orgasm. He rubs my abused nipples, and sparks dance directly to my clit. My release goes on and on, until I sob from overstimulation.

Finally, my master shows mercy and releases my breasts.

“I’m going to use you now, pet.”

Yes,I want to babble.Please use me, Master.

But I can’t speak. I’m just his pet, his plaything.

I close my eyes and float in a blissfully peaceful headspace, where nothing exists except for his will. More than anything, I want to please him. It’s not even a coherent thought; it’s a primal need.

He lowers me face-down against the mattress, but he grasps my hips so that I remain on my knees. My ass is lifted like an offering, my dripping pussy waiting for his cock.

I hear a condom wrapper tear, and then there’s a quick spike of pain when he enters me in one deep, rough thrust. I release a raw, ragged cry, and he reaches around me to stimulate my clit.

I come again on a scream, my pleasure ripping through me in a tidal wave. My inner muscles contract around him. He growls, and his fingers bite into my hips, hard enough to leave a mark.

I want him to mark me. I love being owned by Dane, and I’ll proudly wear his bruises.

As he fucks me hard and deep, I give myself over to him completely. I lose count of my orgasms. I’m not sure if they’re even separate peaks. There’s only relentless ecstasy, and every moment of him inside me feels like the most perfect peace.

My pussy flutters around him helplessly, and I sob into the gag as sensation and emotion overwhelm me.

He roars out his release, and he thrusts deep one last time. He keeps me pinned there for a long minute as his cock pulses inside me. We linger in our mutual pleasure, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.

This is exactly where I want to be.

I’m his, and he’s mine.

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