Page 29 of Betrayed

Tipping her chin and twisting her neck, she glanced at her feet, her mouth gaping wide as he lowered the upper half of the two-piece footboard, locking her ankles in two of the four holes carved into the wood. No wonder she hadn’t seen the stocks and other torture devices; they were built into the bed.

“A unique sort of pillory, don’t you agree?” he said, replying to her unvoiced question. “For use either lying on the bed as you are or standing at the foot. The latter for a much more recalcitrant slave, one who has displeased her dom and needs a sound beating, perhaps. Or maybe solely because the master is in the mood to give a good thrashing.” On the move once more, he climbed back onto the bed. “I have a different use for it in mind.”

Kneeling at her side, he slid one arm beneath her, supporting her just below her breasts. With his other hand at the back of her neck, he lifted her onto her knees but didn’t stop there. He bent her back over her restrained legs until she was looking up into his watchful face. With her arms restrained, she was at his mercy, the extreme position immobilizing her.

And yet, he still wasn’t done.

“Only a few more attachments,minou? Are you hanging in there?”

“I’m doing great for a human taco shell...sir.”

He chuckled, and in reward for her polite though smart-ass comment, pinched and tugged on the nearest nipple.

She yelped, so he pulled it again, twisting it a bit this time.

“Even though your manners are lacking, I find you delightful. Let’s see if you find this next bit as entertaining.”

Cradling her at the neck and shoulders, he reached up and pulled a chain down from the overhead bed frame. Attached to it was a thickly padded sling, which he slipped over her head and behind her neck.

Once it was in place, he moved away, leaving her in a semi-suspended position. Too afraid to so much as breathe in her precarious pose, let alone turn her head, she watched from the corner of her eye as he stood beside the bed, his arms folded over his chest, studying her with a devilish smile gracing his extremely handsome face. For a long time, he stood stock-still, only his eyes moving in a slow body scan, touching upon every exposed inch of her, openly admiring his handiwork.

She was completely at his mercy with upthrust breasts and hard nipples there for the taking—or pinching, tweaking, and tugging, which he seemed to take great pleasure in. Her belly, hips, and thighs quivered, vulnerable to a lash or the whips he liked to employ, and with her knees spread wide, she could do nothing to prevent whatever he wanted to do to her.

Taking a deep breath to calm her rapidly building excitement, the minimal rise and fall of her rib cage caused her to sway. A subtle movement overhead caught her attention.

A woman stared down at her. The realization that it was her own reflection made her gasp. How had she missed the gigantic mirror mounted above the bed? As she blinked up at her image, the answer came to her when the harsh lights dimmed, thanks to Arturo.

Although the face was familiar, that it was her naked body twisted into the odd, human pretzel pose was hard to believe. That she was blatantly aroused was evident from the way her juices glistened on her inner thighs. Further, the hard points of her nipples strained toward the ceiling, seeming to reach for their own reflection. The image was intensely provocative, the bondage severe, and the carnality of it stirred her immensely.

“Comfortable?” Master Arturo inquired softly.

The question was ridiculous.

Her eyes shifted to his. “You’re joking, right?”

He leaned down, replacing the fascinating yet disturbing display above her with his handsome face. His lips hovering a half inch over hers were very distracting.

“Let me rephrase. Is anything hurting you?”

She considered that for a moment. Her knees and shoulders were bent to their limit but not beyond. “No, sir.”

“Are you afraid?”

Another pause. “A little.”

“Only a little?”

She reconsidered. “Okay, a lot. Is this what they call predicament bondage?”

“It will be in a moment.”

Oh my. What else could he possibly do to her? But with Arturo and his wickedly devious and kink-inspired mind, she was learning the hard way the possibilities were limitless.

“Fear, anxiety, apprehension, call it what you will, but it adds to the experience. But don’t truly be afraid of me, Mari. I plan on taking excellent care of you—within our limits.”

Not allowing time for a response, his lips covered hers, his tongue delving inside to conduct a scintillating exploration of every nook and cranny of her mouth. When she was panting and trembling beneath him, he lifted his head.

“You told me you enjoyed bondage, spanking, and moderate pain. I’m going to test you, as any good dom would. You have your safewords, but I want you to trust me to keep you from falling, as you did on the dance floor. If you do, great pleasure awaits us both. That’s all this is about,non?”

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