Page 126 of The Secrets That Kill

Right then, the oven dings.

“And dinner,” he says. “Is about to be served.”

“Calm the fuck down.”

I grit my teeth. “Oh, sure. It’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one practically naked and shivering in the back of this car.”

He rolls his eyes and buttons up my coat. Part of me wants to point out it’s not cold, even though I’m being assaulted by uncontrollable shudders. I don’t particularly want to go into Broken Angel, even if it’s only a few steps from the curb to the non-descript building on West Seventeenth Street.

He made me walk naked, except for his coat, from my place to his car that one time, but this is different. Way different.

Although there’s no visible sign outside, the place flashes neon lights to me, a blatant warning of what lies beyond the big red door.

I’m dressed in what I can only describe as a freaking bodystocking that looks see-through but isn’t—though it leaves less than zero to the imagination. Pretty and sheer white lacecoupled with gold high heels. My face is full of heavy makeup, my eyes dark, lips deep red.

I turn my gaze up at him.

“It’s a fucking order, as your master.”

Twisted as it is, a calmness floods me. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now, Pollyanna, you need to do everything I say. When we’re in there, I’m Master, instructor, your lifeline. Be ready for anything and obey me. Both our lives depend on it.”

With that, he leads me out of the car and into the club. After he talks to some people, with me tight at his side, Mercer guides me to a lit area and strips me down.

I feel beyond naked, panicked. My flight reflex kicks into high gear. But he catches my eye and he’s back to stern, hardcore Master. Something in my head clicks. Then he proceeds to tie me to a wall and adds the knotted ropes between my legs.

I stare out at the audience, but everything is dark. Black. No sea of curious eyes staring back. But even though I still know they’re out there watching and playing, it’s a little less daunting.

“So wet. You just want to ruin my ropes, don’t you? Mark them as yours?” His voice is low so only I hear.

He messes with the rope at my slit and it pulls on the one rubbing against my clit. Bastard. He did that on purpose to torment me. And he loves it. He knows he’s turning me on because as he slides a finger beneath the rope to push against my pussy, he says, “You can’t come until I give you permission.”

Those words make everything flutter and throb and I’m in his world now, there for his pleasure, taking everything he gives me.

The bite of the rope on my sensitized flesh, the pressure that consumes me as ropes squeeze tight at the base of my breasts. Everything aches with pent-up need. Mercer takesadvantage, biting and sucking. It’s pleasure and pain, and I don’t know where one stops or the other begins, or if they’re both the same.

Mercer hoists me up, so I’m hanging by my wrists, feet just touching the ground. He attaches something to me—a weighted pully—and every time I shift around, it pulls on all the ropes intensifying everything.

I lose track of everything—time, space, life, in general, outside of him. I’m bound to Mercer Vale, lost in the world of aching pleasure, the denial of release, the build and build of the pressure to come.

All I know is everything is in his hands. Each touch brings relief. Torture. Frustration.

Something whirrs deep inside of me. Suddenly, my entire body lights up like a flare and my clit is ground zero. He’s using something on me and I’m shaking and moaning, trying to not move and failing miserably. Every jerk and shake makes the pully shift and causes the ropes to press and rub harder against me. My eyes roll back in my head, then land on him.

He’s all there is in the universe. Just him. That beautiful, demonic man. And he’s hard, coming close, rubbing against me as he uses the wand. Every bump and grind of him against me makes everything so much worse, loaded with all the thrilling potential to be even better than anything I’ve experienced.

I’ve been here a second. A millennium. I hate it. Love him. In this moment I’m utterly, completely in love with him. I can’t hold this orgasm that’s building inside, but I will for him. I’ll do anything for him. I—I?—

His mouth moves against my ear as he pushes the wand against me and hoists me just that bit higher so I start to fall forward. “Come.Now.”

Everything goes haywire. I scream and convulse as theshocks electrify my insides. Part of me thinks that I’m going to be ripped apart, and another part knows that he won’t let that happen.

As I come, I float up and up and explode over and over. Shockwaves ripple through me, liquid rushing down the insides of my thighs, soaking the ropes and the body stocking.

I don’t know how long it is before my body finally stills. He gathers me into his arms, still bound but not attached to the wall or the pully.

Then he kisses me. Long and slow and deep. I melt into him, losing myself in the kiss…in him.

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