Page 108 of Shattered

I take a breath. This is what I’ve wanted for the longest time. We’ve been intimate but haven’t returned to the original us. But now that I’m standing in our room in Koa, staring at a table fitted with chains, it’s actually becoming real.

“Are you ready for this?” he asks when I don’t respond.

I nod shakily. “Yes.”

“Only if this is what you want. You need to tell me if I need to stop.”

“I will. I promise.”

“What’s our safeword?”

“Exactly what it was before. Dirty little slut,” I say with a smirk before settling. “Can we have a pause, too? In case I need a minute to breathe?”

“Whatever you need, Sunshine.”

I take a minute to go to the bathroom and collect myself. When I head back, I open the door, and Asher’s gone.

What the fuck?

The door suddenly shuts behind me, nearly knocking me over, and I’m grabbed by the throat and slammed against the wall, where some padding protects my head. Whoever thought of that is a genius.

I struggle against his hold, but he’s far stronger than I am. His body presses mine into the wall, and he holds my neck so I can still breathe but can’t move. His eyes burn into mine, tearing back the layers to see underneath.

“What’s the problem, little cunt? Scared of me?”

“No!” I growl.

A cryptic smile stretches across his face. “You should be. Take off your clothes and get on the table.”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“I’d rather fuck you, Sunshine. Now you can take off your fucking clothes and get on the table, or I’ll be forced to do it for you, and you won’t like that. What’ll it be?”

When I wad up some spit in my mouth and fire it past Asher’s head, his eyes flare with anger. Real anger.

This.Thisis what I’ve been desperate to get back to.

“You’re gonna regret that, Sunshine. Don’t forget, I still have that video on my phone.”

He grabs me by the arms and forces me back. Before I know it, I’m on my back on the bondage table, and he’s lying on top of me, both of us fully clothed. He’s so strong that chaining my first wrist down to the table takes little effort. Once that’s done, I’m fucked. He’s able to secure my other three limbs easily, so I’m trapped on the table in unwavering chains, unable to move an inch. My legs are comfortably spread apart, so I’m open but notstretched.

I turn my head to watch him as he moves, settling in his wheelchair and rolling over to me, leaving his cane on his lap.

“I’ve been thinking about all the best ways to punish you.”

I gawk. “Punish me for what!?”

He strokes my cheek, and I squirm away from his touch.

“I think you enjoyed that foursome we had way too much, Sunshine. I can’t just let you get away with that.”

“You motherfucker!”

He slaps my cheek hard enough to stun me, and I glare at him.

“Did you hear the noises you were making while you were stuffed with three cocks at once? I was a little worried you’d choke. That’s the price I had to risk paying, I guess. The best-loved toys always have wear, after all.”

“God, I hate you. LET ME THE FUCK GO!”

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