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I’m now trapped like this. Naked and on my knees, doubled over with my legs spread, my ass in the air, and my forehead pressed against the floor while my wrists are shackled to the same spreader bar as my ankles.
I have never felt so humiliated and so turned on at the same time.
In this position, I can’t really see anything except the floor beneath me. My pulse flutters like an erratic butterfly as I hear Kaden return to the cabinet and pull something out before walking back to me.
“Remember,” he warns. “Not a single sound.”
I try to nod but it’s very difficult in my current predicament.
Every nerve inside my body is on high alert. I drag in shuddering breaths as I try to brace myself for whatever is about to happen. I can almost hear the blood rushing in my ears.
But everything else is still and silent.
The dreadful anticipation of not knowing what’s coming, or when it’s coming, is wreaking havoc inside me. I shift slightly on my knees, trying to adjust my position.
I can feel Kaden looming over me, power and dominance radiating from his body and pulsing through the room.
God, what is he doing? Why isn’t he—
Pain pulses through my ass.
It takes all of my considerable self-control not to cry out, both in surprise and pain.
Clamping my jaw shut, I grit my teeth as what feels like some kind of thin wooden cane connects with my bare ass again.
A cane. The psycho is fucking caning me.
I wiggle my ass to try to relieve some of the ache.
Kaden snaps the cane against the back of my thighs.
Again, I bite back a groan before it can escape my lips as pain blossoms on my skin.
Pressing my forehead against the floor, I keep my mouth firmly shut as Kaden keeps going. He alternates between my ass and the back of my thighs, but always randomly. And sometimes he waits longer before striking while other times he brings the cane down quickly again. All of it makes it impossible to predict where and when the cane is coming.
But I never make a sound.
What most people fail to realize is that I have the patience and self-control of a fucking god. I have spent my entire life sitting prettily and quietly and biting my tongue while my father or brothers or cousins make decisions for me. This is no different.
I knew that no matter what Kaden did to me, I would be able to keep my mouth shut.
However, what I didn’t expect was how turned on I would be by this.
Everyone always treats me with silk gloves, like a glass figurine that they’re afraid will break if they were to just handle it normally.
And here is Kaden, challenging me to stay quiet while he spanks me with a cane.
It makes me feel strong and powerful in a way that I hadn’t expected.
Kaden brings his cane down on my aching ass again. And it’s then that I realize with shocking clarity that it’s not a cry of pain that I’m stifling in my throat.
It’s a moan of dark pleasure.
8
KADEN
Something flickered inside me last night. And it’s flickering inside me again now as I watch Alina walk across the cafeteria and towards the counter to get some food. It almost feels like… an emotion. An emotion that I can’t quite identify.
