Filed To Story: Craving The Wrong Brother Book PDF Free by Elysian Sparrow
Not decorative. Not metaphorical. A cage with iron bars and a latch.
To the left, a long padded bench sits beneath mounted metal rings. Its purpose is far too obvious, the spanking bench. Chains hang from the ceiling. Leather straps. Padded cuffs. Paddles of varying thickness line the far wall beside something that looks suspiciously like a crucifix. An X-shaped frame. A cross. I don’t know.
I’m walking forward before I realize it, unhooking myself from Knox’s grip.
My fingers skim the bench as I pass. The leather is cool, slick to the touch. There are buckles at each corner.
“This is a playroom?” I finally manage.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
His voice is amused, soft behind me.
Beautiful is not the word I’d use.
Terrifying. Yes.
Overwhelming. Yes.
Sexy in an ‘I might die here, but what a way to go’ sort of way? Absolutely.
I walk further in. The walls are covered in shelves-rows and rows of toys in shapes and sizes I didn’t even know existed. Some are curved. Some straight. Some shaped like animals. Some as thick as my wrist.
I pick one up. A dildo the size of my forearm. Veined. Ridged near the base.
I turn around, holding it up like a sword. “Do you use all of these?”
He leans casually against a pillar near the cross, arms folded. “Not exactly. This room contains a sample of every product my company has designed and produced.”
“The toy company?”
He nods.
“And what exactly do you do here?” My heart’s pounding. “You test them out? Like… personally?”
“What do you think?”
I raise the monster in my hand. “Is this even practical? Where exactly in the body would it go?”
His laugh is low and deep. “You’d be surprised what your body can take.”
He stares at me for a short while, and I can see the amusement on his face changing into something darker, something dangerous. And then he moves, coming for me.
Control
I take a step back on instinct. He keeps walking toward me, a predator who knows the prey won’t run far
My back hits the shelf. The dildo is still in my hand when he stops in front of me and gently pries it from my fingers, placing it back in its spot.
He leans in.
“Do you know why I brought you here?” His voice is low.
I shake my head.
“Use your words, Sloane.”
“No.”
“I like this room,” he murmurs.
My throat works. “It’s a very… unusual room.”
“Are you scared?”
I hesitate. My heart is practically jumping out of my chest. The red light makes everything feel sinister and charged. I don’t know what kind of things he’s done here. I don’t know what he plans to do to me. But I can’t deny the heat rising in my belly. The curiosity tingling along my spine.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m scared. But I meant it when I said I want to know everything about you-even the scary parts.”
He grabs me by the neck and pulls me close until our mouths are a breath apart.
“Are you sure about that? Soft things get broken here.”
“Then break me,” I whisper. “Or did you bring me here to scare me away from you?”
“Oh, Bunny,” he murmurs darkly. “The only way you’re leaving this room is if I key in a password to let you out. I brought you here to cage you in with me. You’re not going anywhere until you’re so wasted that I have to carry you out in my arms.”
“Knox-“
His hand tightens around my neck, tilting my chin further up. “You want to know me? This is where you start.”
His other hand slides up my shirt and finds my breast. His finger circles my nipple, teasing, then he pinches it hard enough to make me cry out.
“I like to control things,” he says. “Your body. Your mind. Your orgasms. Your pain.”
He pinches again, and I gasp. His hold on my neck keeps me upright.
“I like these sounds you make when I touch you. I’m going to make you come on every surface of this room. One day at a time.”
His mouth is at my ear again.
“In here, anything I say goes. You don’t come unless I say. You don’t speak unless I ask you a question or you’re screaming in ecstasy. You don’t look away from me unless it’s physically impossible. Like when I have you bent over the spanking bench.”
My breaths are coming in short gasps now.
“You won’t need a safeword with me. But if you need me to stop that badly…” His hand strokes down the valley between my breasts. “You say your name.”
“M-My name?”
He pinches my nipple again, and I cry out.
“What did I say about talking?”
“No… talking,” I gasp.
He releases me and steps back.
“Good. No clothes here, either,” he says, already pulling off his shirt. He drops it to the floor.
Then his hands move to his waistband.
He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t break eye contact. The pants fall slowly pooling at his feet.
Successfully unlocked!
And then he kicks them aside, standing there gloriously naked and har
The tattoos on his chest and biceps look more dangerous under the red light.
He looks like a god of war about to drag me into a sacrificial ritual. Something out of myth. Beautiful. Terrifying. Beyond reason.
Control
There’s no trace of the smirking Knox. There’s only this. Power. Hunger.
Control.
He tilts his head, watching me silently.
My throat goes dry.
Because I’m not sure if I should feel safe or endangered.
And I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Take off your shirt,” he says.
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