“I was thinking about you, Master.” And that wasn’t a lie either, so I knew he could hear that in my voice. “You bought a well-trained slave. I promise.”
The premise for the book was that the Dark Times had never faded and things had taken a sexy, slightly nonconsensual turn. Of course, he was so sexy and so perfect that the minute he’d inspected me I’d fallen head over heels for him…but he was still my Master.
Austin was going to be so jealous once I told him how sexy and creative Tristan was.
Something smooth and hard traced up my spine. As I shivered and started to open my eyes, cool fabric slid over them.
A blindfold.
The silken strips of fabric trailed down my back like reins for a horse. Just imagining how I looked had my hole getting slicker.
“That’s better…but you’re not done yet.” I heard him shift closer and felt his fingers stroke over my neck and down my chest. “I’ve got a few more things to decorate my slave with. Then I’m going to give you the chance to show me what a good slave I bought.”
When his fingers flicked over my nipples, I knew what was coming. I even had a pair upstairs I’d played with while writing the scene.
Nipple clamps.
When his fingers moved away from my chest, I had to fight the urge to tense up. Seconds ticked by, but it felt like hours until I felt something cold and hard tease my nipples. As I jerked, Tristan gave a dark chuckle. “My slave knows what these are.”
He sounded terribly pleased.
I knew it wasn’t just my Master in the scene that was going to enjoy the nipple clamps…Tristan was too.
“Yes, Master.” I had to force myself to take a deep breath. “Let me try to please you.”
I groaned as the first clamp bit down on my right nipple. As I arched into his touch, Master chuckled again. “How did you show me what a good slave you were the first time I saw you?”
Moaning, I tried to answer, but the next clamp bit down on my other nipple, chasing my breath away. Master made a tsking sound. “Oh, you don’t remember? I would’ve thought your purchase day would have been a strong memory for you.”
Nerves were firing in me as I fought the urge to orgasm. “I…I remember, Master.”
Remembering the book was easy…getting the words out was difficult.
“I…you were wonderful, Master.” He’d been sexy and strong and commanding as he’d watched me. I knew it wasn’t real, but the scene had been so rich and sensual when I’d written it, all those emotions came rushing back.
He flicked the clamps and ran his hands over my chest. “Yes, now that I believe. You were scared, but you came so beautifully for me when I was finally done with you.”
Fuck.
He really had read the book.
I felt my face heating as the memory of the book and the fantasies I’d jerked off to came rushing back to my mind so strongly they felt real enough to touch. My worlds had always been so vivid in my head that I expected to see my characters in public…but this was the first time it felt like they were that real to anyone else.
Tristan was bringing them to life for me.
“You made me feel safe.” I leaned into his touch as he caressed my face. “You protected me.”
In the book, I’d been tortured and teased and he’d swooped in to save me from all that. I was his and my Master protected what belonged to him.
I was going to come just thinking about it.
“Because I knew you belonged to me.” Possession and desire saturated his voice as he rose, his fingers trailing over me.
When he gathered the long ribbons in his hand and stepped away, a low whimper escaped me. It was so fucking perfect I was going to die right there of desire and anticipation.
Oh, I was going to write a story where the culture had a myth where an omega had died because he’d been so turned on by his alpha that everyone after never wanted that kind of risk so they—
Smack.
I yelped, straightening as my mind stopped the sexy wandering.
“Where is your mind supposed to be?” Whatever he’d smacked my ass with was hard and flexible, though he’d pulled back enough that it mostly just stung…but the sexy sound in his voice made it even hotter.