Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

“Language, Princess!” Nick scolds, and I cry out. All I can do is sob as my body goes limp then taut with each strike. The restraints are digging into my wrists as I pull against the cuffs mercilessly, praying I can break free from them.

When he pauses, I can hear him approaching me from the side and I can smell his cologne. I feel his hot breath panting beside my ear as if he’s the one who’s been whipped. The sadistic bastard is most likely savoring my panic and pain. A low, gritty voice enters my ear and trails down my spine, giving me goose bumps.

“Have you had an epiphany yet?”

“Please, Sir,” I swallow hard, “Sir, I will do what you want, anything...just please, stop...” Fragmented words manage to spill out between broken sobs. Suddenly, I feel the hard lines of his body pressing into my backside, his erection gouging into my ass. My sweat is mixed with blood, and it blends together with his body heat as he singes and sears my tender, torn tissue. All I can do is let out a hoarse whimper.

“No, Princess, this is your reminder to never forget. I have already given you too much leniency and look where it’s gotten me. I will never make that mistake again. You need to understand these three simple words,” he breathes over me in a menacing tone. “Live them, breathe them, be them—I. Own. You.”

There’s a quiet pause in the room, and I pray to God he’s finished, and perhaps he’s changed his mind, because he hasn’t moved away from me. His breathing tickles my earlobe as he continues to hover over me. Suddenly, my entire body jerks as his thunderous boom shouts in my ear, “Do you understand?!”

A scratchy scream emits forth as my reply. “Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir, I understand!” Tears continue to soak the silk blindfold. My body is shaking uncontrollably, and my teeth clatter nonstop against each other, most likely from shock. This man is absolutely insane.

“You need to understand that more than you need your next breath, Princess. You control nothing; I control you.” He reaches around to pinch my clit ruthlessly between his fingertips. “You have much to learn about submitting your mind and your body to me.” His other hand snakes around to pinch my nipple while he kisses the tender spot behind my ear. I’m stunned speechless.

All I can do is take it. If I fight him, it will only make things worse for me, if that’s even possible. So I let my free will betray me as I hear my voice come out broken, cracked and defeated. “I’m sorry, Sir. I am yours.”

He chuckles. “You’re a quick learner. I knew you were an intelligent one. You’re body knows what feels good, doesn’t it? You should listen to it more often. I know you’d like to think you’re immune to this drug, but you’re not. You’re going to have to face the cold, hard truth that your mind is no longer your own. I own it.”

He releases my clit and I brace myself for more pain, but instead, my body has a sweet surge of release as I fall into a mini orgasmic spasm. “You’re so responsive,” his husky voice whispers in my ear, “so beautiful tied up like this, with pink welts on your back, your ass, marking you, making you mine.” His warm body steps away and I whimper. “Now, to finish your punishment.”

I shake my head profusely, pleading, “Please! Please, no more, sir.” Choked sobs resurface all over again, and my heart rate spikes. Fighting the urge to panic, a thousand emotions start racing through my mind all at once.

Nick must focus all his energy into the swing of the whip, because the explosive pain that hits me seems far worse than all the others combined. The whip slices through me like a sharp steel knife as pelting strikes accost me from all angles, raining down on me one after the other. My cries go ignored as he strikes across the already tender flesh of my inner thighs, and all the way back up to my shoulder blades.

At some point in this hell of mine, my wails of panic-stricken sobs dissipate. I have somehow become lost in a powerful and indescribable high. The pain has amazingly subsided to the point of being forgotten, and all my problems and cares suddenly drift away into nothingness. I’ve come to a celestial resting place in my mind, where pain and pleasure have consigned my brain to a hypnotic trance.

As I float away with this ecstatic feeling, I feel Nick pressing himself against my backside again. It feels so good as he sweeps the hardness of his cock over my wet folds, teasing me open with the tip of its soft head. He keeps me in limbo as he continually teases me with it, rhythmically moving back and forth, barely placing himself inside my opening. I let out a desperate moan as my body tries to grind back into him, wanting to take all of him inside me.