Page 70 of Eternal

“I’ll explain everything, but first, you have been naughty. You’ve broken the one unspoken rule I’ve given you.” He leans down, his nose almost touching mine, as he grasps my chin. “You broke into my office.”

His eyes are cold and void of emotion. It makes me shiver. At this point, I’m desperate for any type of attention, even if it comes as the result of punishment. Soren starts to collect the photos from my hands and throws them onto the floor behind me, never breaking eye contact with him. Then he lifts me and throws me over his shoulder, bounding out of the office and into the bedroom. He sets me down before taking a step back.

“Strip. Then get onto the bed, legs spread apart with your arms above your head,” Soren says over his shoulder, now standing in front of his dresser.

I hesitate for a moment, then move on it, doing exactly as he says. Watching his every movement. He’s very calm. Scarily calm. He peeks over his shoulder, ensuring I’m in place and then approaches me. He’s holding a pair of metal handcuffs, a short stick with restraints on the ends, and a bottle of something. Perhaps lube. He begins by squirting the liquid over my stomach, chest, and pussy, and starts to spread it evenly across my skin. His hands dance across my skin, rubbing the liquid all over, making my body shiny and soft to the touch. It’s oil he’s rubbing into my skin. What the fuck does he have planned?

He says nothing and displays no emotion as he handcuffs me, weaving the connection between the headboard bars. Moving down to my feet, he ties each of my ankles to the bar, and for the first time in a while, he looks me in the eye. Soren smirks as I look at him in confusion, then the bar extends out and spreads my legs open. Leaving me completely exposed to the cool air. I gasp at the feeling, and there’s no sense in moving as he secures the restraints to the bed, leaving me completely unable to move. He crawls over top of me, his hands cradling my head. I lean into his touch, wanting more than just that innocent touch.I want him to fucking defile me.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red,” I whisper.

“Louder.”

“Red,” I say louder for him.

He doesn’t want me to repeat it. Soren abruptly stands, removes his button-up shirt, and walks to the door. I lift my head to watch him better. Is he about to just leave me here like this?

“I hope you’re not afraid of the dark."

Then leans over and flicks the light switch off. Leaving us in the absolute pitch black.

Chapter thirty

Freya

Ittakesmeamoment to adjust to the dark, but it heightens all my other senses. Very clearly, I can hear Soren pad across the room and return to his dresser. Unbuckling his belt, the material of his pants drops to the floor. He returns to the bed and straddles me at my thighs.

“Freya?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s crucial that you remember your safe word if it gets too much,” He says, his voice strained.

I can’t tell if it’s from desire or regret. Either way, he doesn’t give me a chance to respond that I know when to use my safe word when the sound of a match is lit. My jaw drops; not sure what he’s planning to do. I start to struggle against the restraints when he lights the blood-red candle stick in his other hand. I freeze. His face is illuminated by the small fire, and he is breathtaking at this angle. The tick in his jaw from irritation, his hooded eyes full of desire, his full lips wanting to be connected to my body somehow, his straight nose taking in the smell of baby oil.

I want all of him.

He throws the matches elsewhere and leans over me a little more, the candlestick tilted as the wax begins to collect at the tip. The drip falls, hitting my sternum, instantly burning and hardening.

I cry out at the sensation. I’m not sure if I should be turned on or scream out my safe word. I writhe against the restraints as another drip lands on the bottom of my breast, rolling down the slope before hardening.

“Why am I doing this, Freya?”

It takes me a moment to register what he said when another drip lands on my nipple. I gasp and arch my back.

“Answer me,” He commands over top of me. His face is dark.

“Because--” I falter when another drip hits the top of my other breast. Who would have known that pain and pleasure could be wrapped up in a drop of wax?

“Come on, Freya. Answer the question,” Soren growls.

“Because I broke your rule," I stammer out between the drips of wax.

“What rule did you break?” He questions, an eyebrow arching in response.

Another drop hits my other nipple. I squeal at the feeling, pain starting to overcome the pleasure that was there.

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