Page 10 of Absolution (Favorite Malady Trilogy #3)

When tears blur my vision, I blink hard to keep his perfect face in focus. The handsome lines of his features are drawn sharp with carnal hunger, and he studies my body with clinical precision. He rolls the sphere down my belly, pausing just above my clit.

I couldn’t shake my head in denial even if I wanted to. But all I want is to please him, and I’ll allow him to do anything he wants to me.

My scream resounds through the penthouse when the ice hits my sensitive bundle of nerves.

The pain sears my consciousness, and my entire body goes rigid.

As my muscles lock up tight, they squeeze around the vibrator and the hook, and my elusive orgasm finally rushes through me with the force of a riptide.

My lashes flutter, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head, but I resolutely keep my gaze locked on my dark god. His keen eyes are still fixed on my pussy, watching my body intently through my orgasm.

“Perfect,” he growls, his own lust riding him hard.

He swirls the remnants of the ice sphere through the desire that wets my thighs and teases the small ball through my aching labia.

“I’ll taste your delicious cunt with every sip.” He drops the ice into his whisky and takes a moment to inhale the perverted scent.

His eyes finally lock on mine, and he takes a slow draw of the amber alcohol.

A visceral aftershock of pleasure sizzles through me at the sight of his twisted pleasure in tasting me. He lowers the glass slowly, swirling it slightly so that the ice clinks against the crystal in a mocking song.

He clicks the button on the remote, and the vibrations inside me increase to a ruthless intensity. My pleasure crests again, but it doesn’t abate this time. It goes on and on, and all I can do is moan and shake as cruel ecstasy consumes me.

He holds his glass in the same hand that grips the rope leash, and with every sip, he tugs on the hook, stimulating me to the point of madness.

Idle snaps of the crop against my ass make fresh licks of pain stoke my lust, and I don’t know the difference between pleasure and pain.

There’s only erotic sensation and my master’s control.

He takes his time, savoring his drink while he keeps me pinned in his imperious stare. My dark god’s attention is a divine mercy. I don’t have meaning without his rapt focus. If he looks away from me, I won’t exist. I’m his, completely and irrevocably.

When he finally finishes his drink, he sets the glass down on the counter and retrieves the slim jewelry box from his pocket.

“I think you’ve more than earned your diamonds,” he rumbles. “Are you ready to accept your new collar? Once it’s on, you will never take it off.” He says the sweet promise like a warning. “You’ll wear it every minute of every day, and you’ll know that you’re mine.”

He drops the crop so that he can unbuckle the gag. It falls from my mouth, and I immediately begin to babble my devotion.

“Yours, Master,” I vow. “I’m all yours. I love you.”

His slow grin appears almost drunken, as though my words of devotion grant him the most intoxicating high he’s ever experienced.

“Sweet pet,” he praises. “My Abigail.”

The diamonds settle around my neck, draping just above my collarbones. The delicate clasp closes at my nape, more permanent than the rose gold padlock on my leather collar. A sense of security and peace bathes me in a warm glow, and I bask in the perfection of being his.

“Hold onto me,” he commands, his voice dropping to a deeper register as he loses himself in our connection too.

My hands fly to his hips, and I cling to him like he’s the only solid thing in my world. His powerful muscles flex as he quickly frees his thick, hard cock from the confines of his jeans.

He doesn’t have to order me to open my mouth to accept him.

I greedily part my lips in wanton invitation, and his precum wets my tongue as he enters me in a slow slide.

He doesn’t stop when he hits the back of my throat, and I struggle to suppress my gag reflex so that I can take all of him.

When he’s deep inside me, he stills for a moment, fixing me in his emerald stare.

Then he tugs on my leash, and I cry out around his cock.

He curses and withdraws, allowing me to draw the breath I so desperately need. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he starts to fuck my mouth in a steady rhythm. With each ruthless thrust, he toys with the leash, so that the hook gently fucks my ass in time with his cock in my throat.

I lose count of my orgasms, each peak crashing into the next. All I can do is cling to him and breathe when he deigns to allow me oxygen. The ecstasy is vicious and all-consuming, burning me up inside.

My desperate, blissful tears stream down my face, and I taste the salt on his cock as it slides between my lips.

“One more,” he snarls. “Come for me, Abigail.”

My final orgasm claims me in a violent crescendo, and I scream around his dick. He roars out his own completion, and his hot cum spills onto my tongue. I greedily swallow everything he gives me.

I’m his, and he’s mine.

My beautiful, cruel, perfect master’s knees buckle, and he sinks to the tiles before me. His strong arms close around me, pulling me into a careful embrace as though I’m made of glass. I’m his precious pet, his most treasured possession. He’ll never let me go.

And I’ll never release him either.