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I don’t wait. I toss the shirt over my head and fling it aside.
“Kneel,” he adds.
I drop to my knees and look up at him.
He circles me slowly, and I hear him reaching for something behind me. Leather rustling. Metal sliding.
And then he bends toward me, reaching for my glasses and taking them off.
A soft blindfold replaces the glasses, and suddenly, everything around me is dark.
As he tightens the blindfold behind my head, I realize I probably won’t do well as a blind person.
Darkness swallows everything. Not just the room, but time. Sound. The safety that comes with being able to see what’s coming.
Without it, my breath shortens. My body tenses. The terror I felt earlier, that strange blend of curiosity and fear when I first walked into this room, multiplies-folds itself over and over until it’s pulsing in every nerve ending.
Knox says nothing.
The silence stretches, and I begin to think maybe he’s left me here. Maybe this is the game. Make me feel forgotten. Alone. Helpless.
My lip trembles. I’m just about to break the speaking rule-to whisper his name, to beg for any sound of life-when he finally speaks.
“Get up, Bunny.”
My knees wobble as I rise. The air is cooler now, or maybe it’s just the lack of sight that makes everything feel different. “Take five steps forward.”
I do as he says, counting in my head, arms slightly out to balance. By the fifth step, I stop, uncertain, heart thudding. He could be anywhere. Watching me. Behind me. In front of me.
Inside my head.
“We’re going to play a little game,” he says. “When I say start, you spin in one spot. Keep spinning until I say stop. Do you understand me?”
That shift. That tone. He didn’t raise his voice, but I feel the command in every bone of my body.
I straighten, breath catching.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“In here, I own you. You refer to me as Master. Am I clear?
“Yes… Master.”
“Good,” he says. “Now spin for me, sweet girl.”
My stomach flips. But I obey.
I pivot in place, slowly at first, arms tight at my sides. I can feel the air shift around me. My hair lifts with the motion. One turn. Two. Three.
By the time he says, “Stop,” my equilibrium is shaky. My head tilts slightly, and I plant my feet wide to steady myself. “Now,” he says, “walk forward. Keep walking until you bump into something. Whatever you hit will be today’s instrument of torture or pleasure.”
Guillotine
I exhale, trying to picture the room in my mind.
But spinning has done its work. I have no bearings. I could be facing the wall. The bed. That terrifying X-shaped frame.
That’s the point.
He didn’t want me to choose. He wanted fate to choose.
So I take a step. Then another. I keep walking, arms out, breath shallow. My palms skim the air. Then.
Bump.
My knees hit something.
I reach forward. Cold iron. Then softer-mattress.
The bed.
“Great choice,” Knox murmurs-right into my ears.
I jump. “Jesus, you scared me.”
The words barely leave my mouth before he’s pushing me forward, pressing my head down onto the bed. My ass is lifted high into the air, and a sharp swat lands on my ass cheek. I yelp in surprise. Knox’s voice is low and commanding behind me.
“What did I say about talking, Bunny?”
I bite my lip, remembering his rule. “No talking, Master.”
He lifts me even higher, and the next spank lands directly on my vulva, targeted precisely at my clit. The sensation is electrifying, and I moan loudly, my insides clenching with a sudden, intense need to be filled. He spanks that spot again, and I cry out.
“Would you speak without being told to?”
“No.”
“No, what?” he demands.
“No, Master,” I gasp, my voice shaking with desire.
“That’s a good girl.”
He leans down to kiss one of my ass cheeks gently. The contrast between the pain and the tenderness makes me moan.
He lifts me with infuriating ease, carrying me deeper onto the bed. I feel the shift of the mattress beneath us, hear the rustle of chains, the click of something being adjusted.
He maneuvers me into a kneeling position. I feel his hands at my shoulders, guiding my neck and arms downward. A cold surface touches my skin-a frame? It feels… constraining.
He presses my wrists into indentations.
Then-click.
Something closes over the back of my neck. Something heavier than cuffs.
My heart stops. I freeze.
A guillotine.
It feels like a guillotine.
Even though I know he’s not going to hurt me, my breath shallows. I don’t feel any less scared than someone who’s about to be beheaded. My mind is screaming in every direction, but my body is unusually needy and horny.
A moment later, I feel his touch again. He’s wrapping something around my ankles. A cool material. Then I hear a metallic click, locking the buckles in place.
In one pull, he splays my legs so far apart that I can feel the strain on my thighs. The metal in the middle makes it impossible to move my legs. I’m completely exposed, vulnerable, and at his mercy. I can’t move. I can’t even lift my head. “This,” he says, “is exactly where you belong, spread wide onen for me”
I stay there listening as Knox gets off the bed. Successfully unlocked! Each passing second. I wait, my body tense, until I finally feel the bed dip again and something cuiu and we buy between my ass cheeks. The sucking sound of a bottle tells me it’s lube, and I can’t help but gasp at the coldness.
Knox’s hands follow, trailing the lube everywhere. He caresses my ass, my back, and then his fingers find my back entrance. He slides one finger in.
Guillotine
A startled sound escapes me.
“Shh,” he whispers. “I bet you’ve never had anyone here before, have you?”
“No… Um, no, Master.”
“So tight.”
The sensation is both foreign and not unpleasant. He moves it in and out, stretching me gently. Then he adds a second finger.
The stretch makes me moan louder. I find myself pushing back to meet his fingers, eager for more.
“You always take what I give you,” he murmurs. “You’re so responsive. So good.”
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