Page 148 of The Harbinger
Silky ropes coiled around my neck, tugging at my flesh as he fastened it into place.
“I’d spend day and night carrying sacks over my shoulders from one building to the next as a punishment,” he said with a haunted tone. “The guards liked to do that. Give us manual labor or even whip us until we bled. But the problem wasn’t the heavy weight of the sack on our backs. It was the cramp we’d get in our hands.” His fingertips brushed my spine as he continued. “So I studied for hours on end how to fashion the perfect knot. One that wouldn’t slip and crush our hand but was strong enough to hold the weight. And soon, the punishment wasn’t so bad.” The rope slid along my throat as he readjusted, tied, and adjusted some more. “Let’s see how much I remember. I’d hate to strangle you in the middle of our fun.”
He tugged upward, kinking my neck to the side as he tested its worthiness, then walked around the front of me. He bent down, keeping the rope tight, our eyes level, his with a darkened haze I hadn’t seen before.
“You’ll crawl like the pathetic toy you are, and if you can satisfy me, perhaps I’ll give you some of the attention you crave so dearly.” Sacha yanked on the rope, swinging open the door, and I fell to my hands and knees, my flesh burning against the unyielding marble.
My stomach somersaulted, and my core pulsed with a raw, insatiable hunger, yet the bruises blooming on my knees and wrists hindered our progress up the staircase. “I need...” I panted, struggling for air. “Just give me a moment.”
Sacha stood beside me, the rope wrapped around his fist as he tugged upward. “You can run through the woods with injuries but can’t crawl for me?” His hand came down on my sex with a wet smack, his fingers grazing my pulsating clit.
“Ahh,” I cried out, the blood rushing to the surface, heat flooding my stinging lips as I clamped my mouth shut, swallowing the retort burning the tip of my tongue.
A part of me expected him to shove me into my room and lock the door, but he’d rounded the corner and pulled me into the other hall, proving me wrong yet again.
Was he taking me to his room?
“Move faster, Mia. I’m already tempted to string you up right here for anyone to see.”
My hands and knees pounded onto the floor as I kept pace with him, my teeth biting into my lip to stifle the tears. The rope burned and chafed my delicate skin, yet I continued on… because it pleased him.
Each pad of his bare feet drew about a curiosity the closer he brought me to his room.
He crouched in front of me, pulling the leash tight to my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Are you a painslut, I wonder?”
A painslut?
The term was unfamiliar to me, but the mere sound of it, with “pain” so tantalizingly entwined, sent nausea swimming in my belly. “I-I don’t know.”
“We’re about to find out.”
He stood and opened the door to his bedroom, the door swinging wide.
The room swallowed me whole, a cavernous maw of impenetrable darkness. The only flickers of light came from the meeting of two curtains, struggling to keep the outside floodlights at bay, and the sinister red glow of the alarm clock, counting down the hours until dawn.
The bed, a mammoth creation, loomed in the shadows, its vastness hinting at the room’s gargantuan proportions.
He dropped the leash, and it puddled at my hands as he walked away, dissolving into the darkness like a demon through a portal. “Crawl to me,” he said from deep within. “And show me what a good littleslutyou’ll be for me.”
My stomach tightened as I crawled passed the threshold, dragging the rope beneath my body.
I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to his touch, but there was something else there, something twisted and dark that I couldn’t ignore.
Whenever he spoke to me in a degrading and domineering way, a part of me thrilled with excitement. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, but it was wrong, so very wrong.
What kind of person was I to enjoy thedirtythings he said to me?
“Over here.”
“I’m going to use you up,milaya.” His voice moved from left to right as if he circled like a shark scenting blood in the water.
“Where are you?”
Thwack.
“Ahh.”My pussy pulsed, his phantom fingers lingering like pinpricks.
“Tell me how much you want my cock to fill you up.”