Page 14 of Trapped In Wonderland

I lose count ofhow many pings I hear. I’m not even sure how much time we have anymore or how much more Kate needs for her plan—whatever it is—to work.. But I can give Kate a chance to fight this battle by tolerating this torturous farce as long as I need to. Stretch me out naked, show the world everything, I can take it. I’ve been through worse. I didn’t break then and I won’t break now.

Maybe I spoke too soon.

Kitty, or should I say Mistress Kat, bathes me with her sparkling emerald eyes. Instead of calming me, it rouses my body further. My skin prickles as her gaze brushes over me, and when she pauses at my groin, I have no control over my cock’s response. Being spread out the way I am, I can’t hide it, either. Fuck, it’s as if she’s gravity and my body has no power but to be pulled toward her. How the fuck did I not notice those incredible cat eyes before? Can a pair of glasses really hide their brilliance? Or was I just blind? Now I finally buy the premise of how people can’t tell Clark Kent is actually Superman.

She’s rocking this dominatrix persona more than I thought she could. Her research into the lifestyle really paid off. I thought I would absolutely hate being in a vulnerable state, being strapped into a cross naked, but she makes me enjoy this more than I should.

Sure, I flinched when she whipped that riding crop at me earlier. Though it isn’t the same type that was used on me during the thirty-something hours of my captivity in Afghanistan all those years ago, the hissing sound it made as it sliced the air rang loud in my ears. It brought forefront nightmares I worked hard to forget. But then she used that same punishing tool to caress me. My muscles flex to the sweep of the leather tip as she tells me I’d worship her when she finished, and I know this is a different torture all together. It’s sweet but excruciating as my balls tighten with a simmering need for relief.

“Let’s dare you to reveal the truth,” Mistress Kat challenges. She grazes the crop tip over one of my nipples then the other and smiles as they harden into stones like everything else on my person she’s touched. “You like me touching you,” she states.

My instinct is to reply with sarcasm, but I bite my tongue. “No man can withstand your touch, Mistress,” I say demurely instead, but realize it’s the truth.

“Ah, you flatter me, Toro. But I didn’t think a man of your discipline would succumb to me this easily. I know your kind, Toro,” she says as she continues to run her crop down the middle of my abs to my pelvis. “You’re a man in his prime. A leader. An alpha. You pride yourself on having a tight grip on control.”

Not while you’re in charge.

“Let’s test this control of yours,” Mistress Kat challenges. She leans close to my face, but it’s Kate who speaks in a whisper, “We’re almost there. We just need to keep Fox’s attention on us a bit longer.” Then she’s the Mistress again, saying louder, “Do you want my bare hand on you again, Toro?”

I swallow, though my throat is dry. “Yes,” I say.

“What will you do to earn my touch?” she asks.

“Whatever you want, Mistress,” I reply.

I can’t believe these words are coming out of my mouth.

She slowly bends at the waist until her face is mere inches from my throbbing cock and looks up at me through a fringe of dark lashes.

“How much whipping will you withstand in order to have my mouth around you?”

“Fuck.” The word escapes before I can stop myself. The image of her scarlet red lips gliding over my length is too visible in my mind and my balls get so tight it’s painful.

Dios mio. My God, give me strength.

“What’s that, Toro?” enquires Mistress Kat.

Every muscle in my body strains against my need for release. Instinctively, my arms fight against the leather straps around my wrists and the cross rattles from my effort.

Madame Kat straightens up and slowly makes her way to stand behind me. Her fingers gently trace the whip scars over my back again.

“What are you doing?” I growl at her, half confused and half mad with my need for her.

“It’s okay, Raul,” Kate whispers against the back of my neck. “You’re safe with me. No whipping needed.” Then her lips nibble at the healed scars on my shoulder, hidden by my tattoo. “I’ve got you.”

If I wasn’t already at the risk of falling from her teasing touches, Kate’s words would bring me dangerously to the brink of surrender. The strict control I religiously hone throughout my life, the one that’s served me well, feels restrictive at the moment, when all I want is to truly give myself over to her and not just pretend.

Kate comes back around and our eyes lock. I know it’s Kate, not Mistress Kat, not even Kitty. Those green eyes silently encourage me, and the word sits at the tip of my tongue.

“Ple—”

But a robotic voice cuts me off, “Bitch! What the fuck did you…” And it blips off.

9

Kitty

Fox’s cut-off words breakthe delicate bond I’ve unexpectedly woven with Raul. I exhale the breath I held waiting for him to reach out to me. The dynamic has changed between us, and I am shaken to my core. How can what felt like just a moment impact our lives so drastically?

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