Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
My body is covered with red marks. Brilliant ornaments. My Master is a genius, to paint my flesh so well. He took a blank canvas and made it beautiful. I am his masterpiece.
“You’ve been so good.” Master’s crop nudges my pussy folds, sparking new pleasure. His voice comes from far away. “But Daphne? We’re just getting started.”
He brings the crop down on my pussy. Thwap! Fireworks burst behind my eyes. A scream rings in my ears. My throat is raw—the sound was torn from me.
Master strokes the leather lovingly down my legs. “I bet I could make you cum just from this. But no. You don’t deserve to cum.”
Tears slide from my eyes, glazing a path to my temples. I want to deserve what Master gives me.
The Beast leaves. The Beast returns. He has another gift for me in his hands. A wicked looking tweezer clamp with silicone-tipped ends. He aligns it with the seething bundle of want that is my clit. Squeezes down.
“Oh, fuck!” I lose control of my tongue.
“Naughty girl.” He crops my breast again, making the jewels bounce. Yes! Punish me. Make me pay. I’ll take the pain. I’ll deserve the good things I want.
This is where I’m meant to be.
Logan
Her tears don’t move me at all. Nor her breasts, reddened from the crop strikes, wearing the emeralds so proudly. Her supple thighs, shimmering with sweat and her cunt juices. Her godsdamned scent…
I turn my back on her, turn away to adjust myself. My arousal makes me grit my teeth. I wish I could explain away my erection. I haven’t cum in a while. Wielding a crop always makes me hard. But it’s Daphne. All Daphne.
She betrayed you. Lied to you.
But she’s so beautiful, her tears so earnest, her face and body so...so fucking necessary. I don’t want to want her, but I do. I always have.
“You will learn,” I growl and grit my teeth. The crop falls over and over, leaving red in its wake. She cries out, the slim column of her throat working as she labors to draw breath. She’s close to the boundaries of where I wanted to take her. Any further and there’ll be danger. Too much damage. Too much pain.
Calm. Control. I am the Master.
Who am I fooling? When it comes to Daphne, I am undone.
The crop slices down, striking her between her legs. The clamp goes flying.
Her body stiffens and a wail breaks from her, long and unending. I drop the crop and stare at her heaving body. Her eyes open wide, unseeing, her fingers clenching and unclenching as her orgasm goes on and on.
She just came from excruciating pain.
She’s one in a billion. But then, she always was.
Eleven
7 Years Ago
Daphne
“You drove for three hours? To take me to the beach?” I’m still incredulous.
Logan just shrugs. “So let’s enjoy it.”
Now I’m speechless. But he’s already out of the truck, popping his seat and pulling things out of the small compartment behind it. Beach towels. A full backpack. Our lunch.
I only realize that I’m still sitting there, stunned, when he glances my way and smirks. “You just gonna sit there or you coming?”
I shove my door open and hop out of the car.
By the time I come around to him, he’s pulling things out of the backpack.
“Here, there’s some bathrooms over there where you can go change.” He hands me a bag.
I grab it and look inside. Holy crap, he bought me a bathing suit. I pull it out excitedly…until I realize it’s a one-piece, and not just a one-piece, but one that looks like it was designed a hundred years ago. It even has a little skirt at the bottom. Does he think I’m five?
I glance over to where he said I could change. It’s a sunny day in mid-summer and the beach is buzzing with people. And right beside the restrooms is a little shop.
I smile breezily up at Logan. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll go find us a place on the beach,” he says.
“Perfect.”
He walks me to the bathrooms, then continues on to the beach. I wait until he’s out of sight, then duck inside the small shop.
They don’t have a huge selection of bikinis, but I find one that will do. It’s bright red and while it covers the important bits, it also shows plenty of skin. After I buy it along with some flip-flops, I change in the bathroom. But I only dare a few seconds of looking at myself in the mirror.
I’ve never worn anything so skimpy in my entire life. And I’m going to go spend the day with Logan in this thing?
Maybe I should abandon ship and just put on the swimsuit he brought for me.
But then I hold up the shapeless, dark, unflattering thing, and with one last glance in the mirror at all my curves on display in the red bikini, toss the other swimsuit in the trash and head out the door.