Page 78 of Redemption

Fear shudders through me, a primal response to danger.

“Please…”

“I would never damage your beautiful body,” he reassures me. “But you’re going to have to remain very still for me. I’ll make the ache go away. I know you’re hurting.”

My nipples throb as though I’ve been stung by bees, but that doesn’t ease my spike of terror when the cold flat of the blade touches one tight peak with the lightest pressure.

All of my muscles lock up tight. A small, pitiful whimper eases up my throat, but the tiny exhalation is the only move I dare to make.

He stares down at me, eyes dark pools in the shadows of his mask. His beautiful face is drawn into stony, merciless planes, and his cock is hard against my thigh.

He’s getting off on this, reveling in his sadistic power over me.

And I’m molten for him.

My body relaxes, all of the fight going out of me as I submit. The blessed release of surrender is pure bliss, and it pulses through my body like a drug.

“So perfect,” he breathes. “My Abigail.”

“Yours.” My lips shape the word, but I don’t have enough air to speak. Not with the knife so perilously close to my vulnerable nipple.

He shifts the blade to my other breast, further soothing the sting from the clamps with cold steel. He keeps it there while he reaches between us, his free hand dipping under my soaked thong. He groans when he finds the wetness that coats my inner thighs.

“Stay just like that,” he orders, and he sounds like he might be drugged, too. “Don’t move.”

The knife is at my throat, sending a fresh burst of fear fluttering through my system. I float in it, riding the thrilling high.

I draw in shallow, careful breaths as he teases my swollen pussy with a featherlight touch.

“Please.” I mouth the plea, but I’m no longer begging for reprieve. I crave more: more fear, more pain, more pleasure.

I’ll take everything he wants to do to me. I’ll offer him anything he desires.

He’s my dark god, my master.

My everything.

And he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in his world. The only thing tethering him to sanity. He needs me so deeply that it transcends the bounds of physical lust. He yearns for me, just as I long for him, for this connection that we share.

Two thick fingers ease into my tight sheath, and he applies firm pressure to the sensitive spot inside me. The stimulation is slow, tender. So at odds with the violence of the knife at my throat.

My lashes flutter as primal chemicals mingle in my system. I’m no longer sure of the difference between fear and desire. There’s only the burning need for him and the euphoric release of submission.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs. “Keep breathing.”

I realize I’m dizzy from lack of oxygen, so I draw in a careful breath. His will compels me, and I’m his to command. I’ll doanything for him, suffer any torment. Because I know he’ll give me exquisite ecstasy in return.

“Now, come for me.”

He presses down on my clit and rubs my g-spot.

I don’t have enough air to scream, and I don’t dare to so much as writhe as cruelly potent pleasure rips through me. He watches me come in tormented silence, as though I’m the most fascinating, breathtaking thing he’s ever seen.

The cold kiss of the blade is gone, and he tosses the knife far away from us. I immediately start shaking, my entire body trembling with the force of my residual fear.

He strokes my hair back from my sweat-slicked brow and crushes his lips to mine, devouring me. I groan into his mouth, a purely wanton sound.

I came only seconds ago, but I’m still throbbing for him. I crave him inside me, joining us in the most intimate way.

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