Page 32 of Enraptured

My eyes flit to the plain board of wood where the shackles rest. “I-I can’t.” My eyes shut. “Please, Christos. I know you can’t care…don’t have any feelings left anymore…but I swear, my sanity is hanging by a thread. If you take that away…” I swallow hard, “I really will be nothing but a shell.”

“Get on the table. I won’t ask again.”

My chin quivers. I won’t do it. I can’t willingly throw my mind off a cliff. “Fine.” He reaches out grabbing me. He picks me up, lays me on the table. My eyes squeeze shut as he positions my arms and feet apart. Tears leak out, my throat burns. How could I ever think this man capable of love?

The shackles close around my ankles first. Then my wrists. “Theos, you’re beautiful, my dove. Your body brings me such pleasure.” He pets and strokes me, sliding his large hands over my sensitized skin.

A chime alerts on his phone. He taps his security app, speaking to whoever is at the gates. “I’ll be right down.” Then he turns to me. “Tell me,agápe. Do you like riding Simone?”

My eyes fly open. He wouldn’t be cruel to an innocent animal, would he?

“Yes, even the stables have eyes.” He turns from me to unlock the door, and leaves to greet his guest who’s coming for a visit.

My heart drops as he comes back ten minutes later, followed by a woman. A stunning woman. But as she comes closer, I notice the stud in her tongue and the tattoos covering her forearms. She’s carrying a bag. “Do you have the one I requested.”

“Yes, I hand made it myself.”

“Let me see it.”

He holds out a hand and she reaches into her bag, handing him a small black velvet box. “It’s perfect.” He breathes, holding whatever it is under a light.

I start pulling against the restraints when she carefully opens a case, unrolling tools and sterilizer.

“What is this? I thought she consented?”

“I’ll pay you triple.”

“I’m sorry. I need the money.” The stranger says, without looking me in the eyes.

“Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’” I cry out, pulling against the straps in vain as she spreads my folds pouring cold liquid that stings.

She pulls on plastic gloves and picks up a needle.

“WHAT THE FUCK! NO! PLEASE NO!” The chain ropes fixed to the cuffs smack against the table as I try to break free.

“What are you doing?” I cry as Christos leans over me, pinning my chained arms still.

“Marking you as mine. If I can’t fuck you—you sure as hell will feel me stroking your clit every time you move.”

“Hold your legs still or it’ll hurt more.”

“Fuck you, too!” I spit at them both then scream at the top of my lungs as she pierces me.

“It’s beautiful.” He breathes, inspecting her work.

I’m throbbing with pain, still screaming with it. It hurts so badly, I think I might actually pass out.

“Argh!” I cry as a bag of ice is plopped down on top of my mound.

“Here take these.” She holds two pills to my mouth with a bottle of water.

I shake my head. “I’ve taken enough drugs for two lifetimes.”

“It’s Advil, sweetie.”

“No.”

“Suit yourself. No sex for a few days. You need to keep that clean or it’ll get infected. I’ll leave you some wipes and a cleaner.”

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