s to the iron hook above, eyes blindfolded with black silk, her naked bo

ving, a flogger hanging from his hand. The

ing chain tugging with every tremor of her body. Her thighs glistened with slick.

e floor. She whimpered when he grabbed her ja

u, Castelle. You'll scream, you'll

akly, and he just laugh

ck, drew his ar

ross her breasts, the c

sob broke fro

her s

anot

watching her body twist and writhe, sweat beadin

dn't st

insides of her thighs-ten, fifteen times until her body was

ordered, str

" she ch

re lashes across her inner thighs, so close

opped the flogger and grabbed a small vibrato

dened. She sh

owled, fisting her hair and shoving th

scre

pt it there, relentless. She was soaking wet, her j

o the edge once-t

break, about to fall over int

g freely, her pussy clench

ce raw. "Please, Master Kan

t tight, just a warning-and stare

say," he hissed. "Not

ive times before

r dripping cunt without warning, curling them crue

animalistic scream, body spa

ushed over his hand, soaking his wris

y, stepping back to

e wasn'

ick, angry, dripping-and fisted it la

embling. S

ming into her bruised, used body, fucking her until she couldn't

n the dream-but not be

he would fuck her awake.

--

owl, his cock rock-hard and

torming into the bathroom, sw

fucking

g it viciously. In his mind, it was her mouth on him-those broken lips wrapped arou

ed, hips jerking, cock

he came hard with a hoarse shout, s

lumped forwa

it wasn

ded her

l, to fucking own her until she d

-

h the towel, tossed it aside, and yanked on a pair of loose swea

't fuckin

es as he stalked out of the bathroom, his bare

ryone knew better than to roam

in the fucking mood

oors to his bedroom, and there she

d her up, this was pure torture. The swell of her breast peeking out and her nipples-he reached out his fingers and

at worked

till bore faint red marks from the rope ties Kareen mentioned to him earlier. Her hair was a messy

so fucking

o

ll of her battered chest. His hands itched - fuck, they itched - to reach for the drawer beside

ain he

belong to him.

running. No mo

d, waiting for whatever da

raggedly, forcing hi

ouldn

like

n't given herself

ay - soon

't going

't going

s going

her sleep, a faint whi

e savage need to climb into that bed, shove her onto

l and stormed back out, slammin

nother glass of whiskey, the liqu

ed a fuck

sn't just a pretty, b

iction, His fuck

o own her, and t