Page 61 of Absolution
I obey without thinking, drawing in shallow sips of oxygen until my vision clears.
“Look at yourself. You will paint this for me later. Memorize every detail of your predicament.”
The scene comes into sharp focus, and I drink in the sight of my bound body, floating four feet above the floor. With my arms bound at an angle that forces my elbows to bend on either side of my head, I resemble a bird in flight. It’s elegant and perverse, and I can’t stop staring at myself.
He strokes my flushed cheek. “Good girl. You’re so beautiful when you’re helpless. Now, fly for me.”
He gently pushes my thigh, and I begin to spin slowly. My eyes drift closed, and I’m weightless. My body hums with carnal need, but my mind is flooded with enough primal chemicals to make me thoroughly intoxicated. I’ve never known a morepeaceful high in my life, even as my pussy continues to throb with unmet desire.
His hands bracket my waist, and I stop spinning. Then the vibrator presses directly against my clit, and I shatter at the force of my sudden orgasm.
My scream fills the room, layering over his murmured praise. The ruthless ecstasy goes on and on, and I can’t come down from the peak. The vibrations against the most sensitive part of my body are relentless, forcing cruel ecstasy from my bound form. Desperate tears wet my cheeks, and I’m not sure if I’m babbling for mercy or muttering an endless prayer of gratitude to my dark god for his sweet torment.
After a while, all of my muscles give out, and all I can do is shake in his ropes and come again and again.
I don’t know how much time passes before he’s satisfied that I’m thoroughly sated and humbled. The vibrator drops away from my abused pussy, and I sag into the harness.
Slowly, the tension eases as he lowers my limp body to the soft mat beneath us. He lays down beside me, and his powerful body shapes around mine.
I’m no longer suspended, but I’m still floating.
As long as I’m in my dark god’s protective embrace, I’m blissfully happy and completely safe.
21
DANE
Asmall smile curves my lips as I drive through the open gates to enter Meadow’s family’s beachfront property. I can’t stop thinking about my beautiful, brave Abigail: how she stood up to her cruel mother last night.
And how stunning she was when she embraced her sexual needs in my ropes.
My queen, my wife.
The strongest woman I know.
Pride swells in my chest to an almost painful degree, pushing my ribcage to its limit. I welcome the slight discomfort.
After last night, I feel calmer than I have since the day I found Abigail running for her life through these woods.
I find the narrow hunting trail that branches off to the right of the road and park my car. The walk through the dense woods takes about twenty minutes, but I don’t rush to the shack.
The rundown wooden building with a rusty tin roof is barely discernible from the thick trees that surround it, but I’m familiar with it now.
I’m not sure if even Meadows knows that this ruined old cabin exists on the acres of wilderness owned by his family. It’s provided an ideal space for my needs.
The woods go quiet at my approach, falling silent in response to the presence of a predator. It’s so quiet that I wonder if I’ve waited too long to return.
I didn’t leave much water last time, and I haven’t bothered with food in days.
The aged door creaks when I push it open, and the sound of a low, broken groan assures me that my quarry is still alive.
Billy cowers in the corner, no longer fighting the chain that shackles him to the wall. It’s connected to a steel collar that I locked around his throat when I captured him over a week ago.
By the end of today, I’ll be able to tell Abigail that the threat to her life has been eliminated. Ever since her revelations about her uncle, she’s been processing enough without having to think about Billy’s attack.
And I’ve been dealing with so many dark, vicious emotions that having her assailant as my captive has provided a much-needed outlet for my rage.
She won’t let me kill her uncle. I had to purge my most savage impulses elsewhere.
