However marvelous the tapping of his implement was at that moment, she hadn’t forgotten how much she’d despised being demeaned.When she’d fallen to her knees, becoming furniture was the last judgment she’d been expecting him to pronounce.Being there on all fours and forced to take the weight of his calves was easily the most humbling experience of her life, but the worst of it was that the experience had facilitated exactly what he promised; protracted moments of hush where all she could do was remain there and think.
The queries had rebounded through her head with dismal dismay.How had she got there?Who was the man who’d crashed into her life and captivated her, and how was she ever going to get away from him?
She intentionally hadn’t given any thought to the things he’d instructed her to ruminate on.Ignoring that request was the only act of rebellion she could exert down there on the rug, but even as the building promise of her release loomed, she recalled how crushing it had been to stay silent and impassive while he voiced his control.It was as if he’d reduced her to a mere thing he could employ at will; an object he could play with and put away once he was finished with her.
She hated him for that, loathed that he had the strength to make her obey, but equally, she resented herself for not trying harder to resist.Ultimately, she hadn’t even tried to fight him.She’d yielded, falling to her knees at the first command and then shifted into position like a malleable doll.
It would have been awful enough to have admitted she’d ceded through fear, but deep down, she knew the truth was much worse.She’d relinquished not because she was afraid of the repercussions, but because she’dwantedto kneel.She remembered how hard he was when her knees had hit the soft pile, and how much she’d longed to take his cock in her mouth, as though performing fellatio was an act of atonement.
Shifting on her knees, she was equally aware of how wet she was.She’d been turned on already when he’d given her the instruction to fall to all fours, but after her objectification and the ceaseless attention of whatever he was striking her with, she was ashamed to say, she was fit to burst with need.
Her head lowered at her damning recrimination.More terrible than being taken or even used as his footrest was the idea that, on some level, the denigration was what she wanted.Though she didn’t understand why, it was becoming clear that a part of her adored the power Kronos had over her, and she secretly yearned for the demeaning way he treated her.Out of everything that had happened to her so far, that was the most difficult facet to reconcile.
How could a woman as smart as her want to be ordered to kneel and used however he saw fit?How could she be so tremendously turned on at being used like furniture, and perhaps, most significantly, knowing all of that, how was she ever going to look herself in the mirror again?
“What’s rule four, little one?”His voice goaded her, daring her to inch closer to another scintillating climax and then do something stupid to vex him and mess things up.
She pulled in a shaky breath, conscious of how her breasts ached for his touch.She’d seen him achieve impossible feats, yet his cleverest trick was how he caught her so hopelessly in his grip.
“I must not lie to you, Master.”
She pressed her palms into the soft rug, considering whether the feat was even possible.When Kronos looked into her eyes, it was as though he was staring directly into her soul; a feeling of vulnerability she had no words for.How could she defend herself against power like that, let alone think she could lie to him?
He’d only known her for a few hours, but in some ways, he knew her better than anyone else.He’d acknowledged her intelligence, her frustrations and fears, and he’d given her the opportunity to process her emotions.He’d also pushed her harder than anyone before him, making completely unreasonable demands on her and even punishing her.In all of that, he’d unlocked a previously secret part of her, a part that craved someone strong enough to rely on and yield to.She didn’t yet know how to square the circle, but she could no longer deny it was there.
From her place on the floor, it seemed like there was no hope for Kris.However much she might rationally choose to leave, Kronos was never going to let her go, and increasingly, she wasn’t even sure what a life without him looked like.Could she go back to her postgrad studies, drinking with the girls, and chasing idiots like Shaun when she knew he was out there, with his mesmerizing eyes, huge hands, and impressive cock.
How could she carry on without him?
“Well done, little one.”His husky tone washed over her.“Now you get what you want.”
The beautiful, rhythmic tapping between her legs that she’d come to rely on almost as much as her heartbeat stopped suddenly, and as she moaned in disappointment, a long black stick that looked suspiciously like a riding crop landed on the rug by her right hand.
She eyed the implement while her hips bucked reflexively, searching for more glorious friction.Was that crop what he’d been spanking her with?Holy hell.He’d been instructing her as if she were a wild horse he intended to tame, and all the while, she’d reveled in the attention.
She shivered at the confusing thought.She’d never considered herself the type of woman who would enjoy being struck with a riding crop before, but then Kronos had come along, and everything altered.
“Tell me, did you enjoy being my footrest?”His fingers skimmed over her sore backside, dipping between her cheeks until they finally brushed over her labia.
She bit her lip at the heady feeling, hardly remembering a time she’d ever been so horny and ready for sex.What she still couldn’t wrap her head around, though, was how he’d managed it all with a period of belittling, quiet reflection, and a fucking crop.
“No, Master.”Her gaze narrowed at the humiliating memory.“I hated it at first.”
That wasn’t a lie.She remembered how wanton she’d felt dropping to her knees, and all the naughty things she imagined he might ask of her, but nowhere had she anticipated being used as his property.
“And as time went on?”he prompted, suggesting he already knew the answer.With his fingertips sweeping over her soaking pussy, she had no doubt that he did.The aftermath of his so-called ‘outcome’ was more than evident.“How did you feel about it by the end?”
Her brow creased as his teasing fingers circled her aching clit.She wanted to come so badly, just like she needed him inside her.Why was he making her wait?
“Kristina.”His finger and thumb tightened at her sensitive nub, pinching her clit until a streak of hurt ricocheted from the area.
Flinching at the abrupt intensity, she attempted to rise to her knees, but one of his large hands held her down.
“I…” She couldn’t think, the pain melding with her arousal until he was the center of every narrative she tried to grasp for.
She wanted him, but she detested him.She needed him, but she never wanted to see him again.
In the frenzy of that absurdity, there was nowhere for her to go.She was trapped in the labyrinth of his enigma, like a bird caught in a gilded cage.
