Seize me From Darkness (Pierced Hearts Book 4) by Cari Silverwood Page B
Authors: Cari Silverwood
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long sleeves of the white shirt. No protests from Gregor? Good.
Be damned if I’d scene looking like a model from a catalogue.
Should I remove the bag? Perhaps being blindfolded would calm her?
I picked up the rags of the dress and tore off strips then took the bag from her head. After the barest glance at her eyes – she blinked at me and swallowed – I blindfolded her. With a second strip, I tied up her hair, out of the way of any implements.
I risked a whisper. “I begin.” From the faint inclination of her head, she’d heard me. “Don’t move.”
I padded to the wall where a rack stood.
Floggers, paddles, whips, canes, leather harnesses, bondage g ear. Nothing sharp or piercing, though you could do damage with any implement, if you wanted. Was this, what they had me do to her, so rare? It seemed as if they didn’t aim for the darker, nastier, sadistic acts. Why now? Why Jazmine? Or perhaps they’d taken away some things to keep them from my reach?
I selected two floggers and a whip, then a crop with a rectangular end. The harnesses called to me. I’d never been allowed with Elenor. I’d been her top not her Dom. I had no such limitations today.
Fok . I almost salivated at a shiny black leather straitjacket with what looked like an open front. There were rubber-tipped forceps too. There were D rings on the jacket for attaching things like rope. There was rope. If I kept her still, it would be safer. Ja. And I’d possibly come in my pants.
For a man with death watching from the other side of the window, I was way too eager. But I’d faced death before and this was for the best. I banged my head with the side of my hand, stared at the stuff. Then I picked it all up.
Wrapping her in the jacket, which did have an open front, then connecting the chains hanging from the ceiling to the shoulder D rings, meant she was bound standing. The jacket encased her arms and , when buckled, crossed them over her chest and beneath her breasts so she was hugging herself. Everything I wanted was still accessible. Best of all, her tits were bulging out, front and center.
I’d found a spreader bar too and I attached her ankles to it so her feet were kept apart.
“Gorgeous,” I said softly from b ehind, cruising my hand over her belly to her mons then downward, cupping her, feeling the heat of her pussy. I recalled how she’d reacted the other time, when I’d held her tight. I barred my other arm across below her bare breasts, squashing in her bound arms. Her breathing deepened and a small, almost imperceptible, shudder ran through her body. My middle finger, when extended, nestled beautifully into her slit.
Very wet. Good. I had at least one piece of knowledge.
“So, you like tight bondage?”
Her breathing stalled , and a second later, she shook her head vigorously in negation.
Here, now, I doubt ed she’d admit to liking her favorite food, let alone bondage. I eyed the dark window. She didn’t know I’d set her facing them. I had my reasons, apart from letting the client think it was to display her.
“I don’t believe you. But let’s see.”
Before they could complain about us chatting, I went to my pile of implements and selected the softer, thuddier flogger.
I took one breath, released it, and began on her back.
The wide falls of the flogger laced across her – back, breasts, ass, and upper thighs. I circumnavigated, painting her with red lines. I planned to cover her body with my strikes, sensitizing her to the feel of light pain. But I didn’t dare keep this mild play up for long, not when our watchers wanted more. As I increased the zip of the leather through the air, Jazmine tried to turn away, her feet searching for somewhere to go. The chains held her in place. It would be hurting now.
I aimed some blows between her legs, slapping the leather near her clit. Light hits. Heavier ones on her thighs.
Did she spread her legs? Was that a breathy shudder? Eagle-eyed and greedy to both harm and
Be damned if I’d scene looking like a model from a catalogue.
Should I remove the bag? Perhaps being blindfolded would calm her?
I picked up the rags of the dress and tore off strips then took the bag from her head. After the barest glance at her eyes – she blinked at me and swallowed – I blindfolded her. With a second strip, I tied up her hair, out of the way of any implements.
I risked a whisper. “I begin.” From the faint inclination of her head, she’d heard me. “Don’t move.”
I padded to the wall where a rack stood.
Floggers, paddles, whips, canes, leather harnesses, bondage g ear. Nothing sharp or piercing, though you could do damage with any implement, if you wanted. Was this, what they had me do to her, so rare? It seemed as if they didn’t aim for the darker, nastier, sadistic acts. Why now? Why Jazmine? Or perhaps they’d taken away some things to keep them from my reach?
I selected two floggers and a whip, then a crop with a rectangular end. The harnesses called to me. I’d never been allowed with Elenor. I’d been her top not her Dom. I had no such limitations today.
Fok . I almost salivated at a shiny black leather straitjacket with what looked like an open front. There were rubber-tipped forceps too. There were D rings on the jacket for attaching things like rope. There was rope. If I kept her still, it would be safer. Ja. And I’d possibly come in my pants.
For a man with death watching from the other side of the window, I was way too eager. But I’d faced death before and this was for the best. I banged my head with the side of my hand, stared at the stuff. Then I picked it all up.
Wrapping her in the jacket, which did have an open front, then connecting the chains hanging from the ceiling to the shoulder D rings, meant she was bound standing. The jacket encased her arms and , when buckled, crossed them over her chest and beneath her breasts so she was hugging herself. Everything I wanted was still accessible. Best of all, her tits were bulging out, front and center.
I’d found a spreader bar too and I attached her ankles to it so her feet were kept apart.
“Gorgeous,” I said softly from b ehind, cruising my hand over her belly to her mons then downward, cupping her, feeling the heat of her pussy. I recalled how she’d reacted the other time, when I’d held her tight. I barred my other arm across below her bare breasts, squashing in her bound arms. Her breathing deepened and a small, almost imperceptible, shudder ran through her body. My middle finger, when extended, nestled beautifully into her slit.
Very wet. Good. I had at least one piece of knowledge.
“So, you like tight bondage?”
Her breathing stalled , and a second later, she shook her head vigorously in negation.
Here, now, I doubt ed she’d admit to liking her favorite food, let alone bondage. I eyed the dark window. She didn’t know I’d set her facing them. I had my reasons, apart from letting the client think it was to display her.
“I don’t believe you. But let’s see.”
Before they could complain about us chatting, I went to my pile of implements and selected the softer, thuddier flogger.
I took one breath, released it, and began on her back.
The wide falls of the flogger laced across her – back, breasts, ass, and upper thighs. I circumnavigated, painting her with red lines. I planned to cover her body with my strikes, sensitizing her to the feel of light pain. But I didn’t dare keep this mild play up for long, not when our watchers wanted more. As I increased the zip of the leather through the air, Jazmine tried to turn away, her feet searching for somewhere to go. The chains held her in place. It would be hurting now.
I aimed some blows between her legs, slapping the leather near her clit. Light hits. Heavier ones on her thighs.
Did she spread her legs? Was that a breathy shudder? Eagle-eyed and greedy to both harm and
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