I missed sharing a little bit of my work in progress on Wednesday so I’m making up for it on this Sunny Saturday. Enjoy that snippet of Unorthodox Union, Book 3 of the Unorthodox Trilogy.
(Don’t judge the book by its cover, this one is temporary.)
THOMAS
“Lina, pet…” He said with an affectionate tone and drew a circle of electrical pleasure around my left buttock. The skin patch was getting warmer and hotter as he pushed the wand harder. Its sensual and cruel impact made my muscles get tighter and so tense. “Don’t you want to strip from these restraints so I could do some terribly sweet things to you drenched cunt?”
“Y-yes, sir, I want that, I’d love it, please, allow me to take it off…”
“Too bad that it won’t happen.” He cracked his palm down on my reddened ass. “Not if you don’t start answering my questions.”
The violet wand licked my shoulder this time. Thomas had turned it up just a notch again. My mind wrapped itself in the blanket of pain as sharp as small needles and the pleasant soreness they left behind. I spread myself wider, with only the tips of my toes stroking the stone floor.
“I…”
“What did you think I’d expect you to say?” He petted my hair and pressed my cheek harder to the ground. “Tell me.”
“I’m happy to be auctioned as long as that would make my Master pleased.” I said in a shaking voice. “… but I wouldn’t have meant it and you know it. I…”
Thomas stopped the movement of the wand and the tiny explosions ceased. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and wrapped his fingers around it. His voice was colder and in contrast with the passion of his movements.
“Did you think I’d ignore your wishes just to satisfy myself, slut? That I’d use those words against you when it’s convenient for me?”
“No… yes… I don’t know…” I moaned out when his free hand traced the curve of my ass and he sank his nails in it.
“It can only be one of those answers, Lina. Tell me the truth. Don’t you trust me by now?”
There was not a shadow of a doubt when I uttered the next words, in a state of total frenzy. “I do trust you, sir, I could trust you with my life.”
Thomas turned the wand on again and this time he pressed it against my inner thigh, so close to my leaking center. I couldn’t hold the agonized, pleading yell and the stream of hot tears down my cheeks.
“I believe you, pet. That’s what I find confusing.” He moved the electrode from my thigh and kissed the painful spot. “You trusted me with such a dangerous activity without even begging for a safeword. Somehow, you believed I’d make the right choice and you have no idea how much that thrills me…”
He clicked with fingers once, right next to my ear. Did he really think I could raise myself on my feet? They were shaking so strong and their knees were buckling. When he cleared his throat, the natural instinct and old habits kicked in and I got up. My muscles were clenching in despair. I was empty and dying to be filled, to feel him stretch and complete me. The pulsing heart of my clit was beating against the steel of the chastity belt.
“… and yet you couldn’t even look me in the eyes when I merely asked you a question. Could it be that you don’t trust yourself?”