Page 149 of The Harbinger

“Yes,” I moaned breathlessly. “Yes, I want that.”

Thwack.

My cheek smarted, and a sharp tug on the rope trapped the air in my throat.

“I don’t believe you.” His breath caressed my ear. “Say it like you mean it.”

My head bobbed like a buoy in a storm-tossed sea, the rope digging into my flesh like a fanged beast. I gasped for air, desperate to draw in a breath, but the constriction only tightened. “I want your cock inside me, Sacha.”

The voice that escaped my lips was alien, high-pitched and cracked, like a record played too fast. I pleaded for his ruination and begged him to use me, even if the price was too steep.

Sacha would show me who he really was, and I was ready for the reckoning. The vodka he’d fed me burned in my veins, mingling with the cocaine to create a volatile cocktail of fear and desire.

My skin was on fire, each nerve-ending set to high intensity.

Thwack.

I jerked forward, the impact between my legs unforgiving.

Thwack.

His hand came down again, but this time his fingers lingered over my sex, his knuckles brushing against my clit. My muscles leaped with each pass, my body jerking.

He paused, his two thick fingers poised at my entrance. “I love my rules. Don’t I, Mia?”

I nodded with a whimper, waiting for his fingers to fill me up and bring me to the brink of destruction.

He slapped me three more times quickly, and I yelped, biting my lip. “Yes.” His instructions to speak when he asked lingered in my mind. “Yes, you love rules.”

“You’re learning.” He soothed away the sting along my lower lips and positioned his fingers back at my center. I throbbed, my clit vying for his touch as it pulsed. “Good.”

“Rule number one. There is no coming unless I say so.”

A soft whine escaped like a fugitive as his fingers twisted, then prodded ever so slightly.

“Repeat my words, slut. Tell me you understand.”

I swallowed, my throat moving against the rope. “No coming without your permission.”

“Good.” The hand holding the leash caressed my cheek, his thumb pulling at the lip between my teeth. “Rule number two. Do as I say, and we won’t have issues.”

His two fingers dipped in a little deeper, and I gasped, my spine bowing to take him in further.

“Do as you say.”

“Good girl.” His thumb slipped into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, his others digging into the soft space underneath my chin. “Let’s get started.”

My lips curled over his thumb, my teeth scraping against him as I sucked, anticipating the exquisite moment his fingers sank into my pussy and relieved the pain of want.

But it never came.

He withdrew his touch, the leash tightening once more as he pulled me further into the darkness and flipped a switch, swathing the room in dim blue light.

The large bed with its metal frame dominated the space, commanding attention with its sturdy square steel posts that shot up to the ceiling like a four-poster bed on steroids. The welded rings along the frame added a touch of industrial coolness, while the mattress looked like it could provide a good night’s sleep.

Welded rings lined every two feet of visible steel, including the frame beneath the mattress. On either side of the bed were the nightstands, one with a clock and the other without, both with black lampshades. The dressers against the far wall were sleek black and looked like they could easily be from a high-end boutique. A silver candelabra on top of one of them added a touch of old-world charm.

But it was the birdcage in the corner that caught my attention. It was tall and imposing, with metal bars so close together they seemed like they could keep even the most determined bird locked inside. The door was large enough to fit a person and a lock strong enough to keep them imprisoned inside… was it for a person?

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