The straps of my shoes hold my feet as if it were Shibari rope binding my body. He stops his perusal briefly when he reaches the tie at the ankle, which is a silver clasp. My long, lean legs are bare, leading to my panties that are a delicate lace material, hiding what I know he wants to see.
My flat stomach tingles when he eases his stare upward, and it stops on my breasts, which are encased in the same lace material as my pussy. My nipples peak, hardening against the fabric until he finds my eyes.
“I want so much to hurt you,” he murmurs before setting the glass down. “I want to see you cry, make you scream.” His words instill fear, but the flurry of wings in my stomach confirm that I want it.
“Is that what would give you pleasure, Master?” I question, using the word I only know from reading romance novels to affect men like Lycan Shaw.
His smile is pure satisfaction. He didn’t expect me to say it, to gift him the title I’ve never before mentioned—his title of my owner. I step toward him slowly, and for a moment, I think he’s going to get angry, but instead, he watches like a predator.
When I’m inches from him, I lower myself to my knees. The soft carpet under me is gentle against my skin, and I bow my head in a show of submission I know will turn him on. The thought has my pussy tingling, and I’m certain I’ll soon be wet with need.
“Put your hands behind your back and look me in the eye.” His order comes out gruff and husky. And once more, I obey easily. Lycan steps back, taking in my kneeling form before he walks over to a cabinet against the far wall.
A clinking of metal sends ice through my veins, but when he turns to regard me, I notice they’re only cuffs. At least that won’t hurt. When Lycan returns to me, he crouches behind me, binding my hands together.
He helps me to my feet, and soon, I’m bent over the edge of the mattress, my arms straining behind me. My arms are bound with cuffs that fit around my wrists and forearms, allowing my hands to rest on my lower back, giving him access to my butt.
Another click of something echoes in the room. Seconds later, I’m immobile because what I didn’t realize is Lycan had a spreader bar, which has now locked my feet apart. I would be bare to him if he were to pull my panties down.
“Choose a safe word,” Lycan says. “Something you’ll remember, something unique. If you at any point say it, I’ll stop.” He crouches down, so we’re eye to eye, and I don’t recognize the man before me. The wolf has taken over. He’s no longer Lycan but a beast in need of feeding.
The word comes to me easily, and with a smile, I say, “Wolf.”
The corner of his mouth quirks, and he nods. Leaving me to stare at nothing but the wall on the far side of the bed.
I watch from my viewpoint, which doesn’t allow me to see much. He moves across the room, fiddling with something in the corner, and when it sparks to life, I hear a stereo. Music drifts from the corners of the room, a familiar tune.
Sofia Karlberg sings “Lonely Together”, and my heart aches in my chest when I listen to the lyrics as Lycan picks up a thick leather flogger. Nervous energy trickles through me when he nears me, and for a moment, I’m scared.
“Don’t be afraid,” he tells me as if sensing my fear. “I’ll take it easy.” The agony in his voice makes my chest tighten, and tears spring to my eyes. I want to know what’s hurting him, why he’s doing this, but I don’t ask.
When the first lashing of leather kisses my skin, a hiss escapes me. He doesn’t stop; he continues, another and another. With my arms behind me, the tips of the flogger touch my back in small spurts.
Lycan lowers his attack to my ass, sending heated tingles to my pussy, causing mewls of pained pleasure to escape my lips. I screw my eyes shut in an attempt to focus on not coming, because surprisingly, I’m close to the edge.
“If you come, I’ll hurt you. I promise you that, little red.”
“Please, Sir,” I plead, the words coming to me easily because I’m not sure I can hold off. He continues his assault down to my calves and back up to my ass before he drops the flogger, and suddenly, an ice-cold item slides along my skin. When it slithers under the material of my panties, I realize it’s a blade.
A gasp escapes me when Lycan cuts my panties from my body. The material falls to the floor, and I’m open to him now. My wetness is evident as he grips my ass cheeks, opening my body to his gaze.