Page 20 of Absolution
The thought doesn’t stir so much as a shadow of resentment. I crave this cruel caretaking. I want to be his: degraded and adored, defiled and cherished.
Once he’s satisfied that my blood flow to my fingers and toes hasn’t been restricted for too long, he picks up the loose length of rope that’s tied to the end of the hook. The smooth metal rod shifts inside me ever so slightly as he tugs at the back of my collar and loops the rope beneath it. I can’t do more than quiver and pant, my fingers clawing at the carpet.
Then he tugs on the rope, and my strangled shout echoes through the bedroom. The hook presses deeper into my ass, and my collar pulls tight against the front of my throat at the same time, restricting my airflow. The sense of utter helplessness is crushing, and something deep inside me yields.
I’m a being of pure, primal sensation. My master has taken control of my body, and my soul sings for him. This is exactly where I want to be: on his perverted leash, at his feet.
I’mhis, and being utterly owned by him is the sweetest bliss I’ve ever known.
Nothing bad can touch me when I’m with my dark god. No one can hurt me.
No one but him.
And I will welcome any pain he deigns to inflict. Each touch is a cruel blessing, a carnal indulgence.
“There she is.” His smile is warm and indulgent, and his verdant eyes are fixed on me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. He strokes my hair back from my sweat-dampened brow. “My sweet pet.”
He gives the rope leash a gentle tug, and another garbled sound babbles from my lips at the hit of ruthless pleasure.
“Are you ready to crawl for me?”
I turn my burning face into the carpet. “I can’t…” I wheeze. “It’s too much.”
I’m too shaky to get to my hands and knees. All I can do is sprawl on the floor beneath him and tremble.
He hums softly. “Still so defiant. No more protests or excuses, little dove.”
Yet another object for my subjugation appears in his deft hand. The pink ball gag is fixed into a complex white harness that I can’t quite make sense of in my befuddled state. My mind reels, and my thoughts are too scattered to put up any form of resistance. The rubber gag presses against my lips, and it only takes the gentlest pressure of his fingers on my jaw to coax my mouth open.
“Good girl.”
I shudder as the praise draws a fresh wash of pleasure from my core that’s so much more visceral than physical sensation.
He makes quick work of buckling the straps into place. One secures at the back of my head, drawing the pink ball deep into my mouth. Another fastens beneath my chin to keep my teeth locked around the rubber, and more straps crisscross my face to extend over my brow.
There’s a small metal loop at the back of the harness. He ties a thin length of black cord through it and applies steady pressure. My head draws back inexorably, and the gag sinks deeper into my mouth. He secures the loose end of the cord through the loop at the end of the metal hook that still penetrates my ass.
Tears slip down my cheeks, and all I can do is whimper around the gag. I never could’ve conceived of such a wicked predicament, and my brain struggles to process my complete, abject vulnerability.
He cups my jaw, guiding my chin to tip back a fraction farther.
“My proud pet,” he praises. “You wanted to hold your head high, didn’t you?”
I mumble around the gag, an unintelligible plea for the mercy I know he doesn’t possess.
He strokes my hair in a tender display of affection. “Time to crawl for me. You don’t have to make the choice. I’m in control now.”
He straightens from where he was crouched beside me. He looms over me, and I cower in his imposing shadow.
I can’t,I try to say, but it’s nothing more than a high whine.
He can’t possibly expect me to move when I’m completely overwhelmed by carnal sensation. He can’t?—
He pulls on the rope leash, an inexorable pressure that causes the hook to penetrate me more deeply. At the same time, the pressure of the rope looped through the back of my collar draws the leather tight around my throat, and I choke on my wordless mewl of protest.
My vision flashes white with a vicious strike of dark ecstasy, and when it clears, I’m somehow on my hands and knees.
He takes a ruthless step forward, and I’m dragged along in his wake. My movements are jerky as my trembling limbs fumble to keep up with his slow, steady pace out of the bedroom.
