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“Hannah.”He called her name, encouraging her gaze to open as he took a number of shots in rapid succession.
She frowned at the look of the device in his hands, no doubt understanding his intention, yet still entirely unable to prevent him from doing what he pleased.Perhaps she couldn’t yet discern the things that had happened to her in the last twelve hours.He admitted it had been a lot.
He’d taken her, trussed, and stripped her before marking her with his climax.Taking pictures of her plight was the next logical step in the process.He was sure in time, she would understand that.She was his possession, after all.
His to use and revere.
“That’s much better.”His tone was undeniably smug as he slid his phone away.“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, little girl.”
Chapter Ten
Base Requirements
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STRETCHING HER MOUTHwide, Hannah let out a sigh.It had taken an age for the bastard to remove the gag.Her aching jaw had screamed for relief by the time he finally permitted the liberation.She didn’t want to do anything to risk a revisit from the plastic she loved to hate, but equally, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay strapped to the damn dentist’s chair.
How has this happened?
The question throbbed in her head as she stared at the graying paintwork of the odd room.She’d been excited about the date with Saul.She’d arrived expectant and full of optimistic apprehension, but in the end, her beau hadn’t just stood her up.He’d turned out to be the same monster who’d taken her before.
At least he removed the clamps.
She glanced down at her sore nipples to confirm the point.Naturally, he’d insisted she beg for the privilege, and he smirked as, knowing there was no other way, she duly complied.Compared to the Lawes she recalled of old, he’d relented fast, removing the pressure and making a big show of how he’d slipped them into his pocket forthe next time.
She shuddered silently at the thought, demoralized and exhilarated about the plight in equal measure.
“What are you going to do to me, Mr.Lawes, sir?”
He’d mentioned a plan earlier, and suddenly, she had to know.
All the sitting around, playing his bound and helpless victim, might be good for her clitoris, but it weighed heavily on her soul.Hannah had plummeted down the rabbit hole before, and she had a good idea of how deep it went.What she wasn’t sure of, though, was whether or not she could endure another round of Lawes’ attention.Particularly when there were no other poor women to distract him.
She couldn’t be reduced to that, could she?Couldn’t only be a thing he used for pleasure and stimulation.She was more than that—better—and she’d worked too damn hard to watch the walls of her castle come crumbling down around her again.
No.
