Relentless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy 3)

With the lights blinding me from up above, people were largely shadows, but I could still see them gathering closer, their eyes on me.

I’d never have imagined myself in this position, up on stage in a BDSM club, about to be fucked and hurt in front of a crowd by the ultimate lord of my life, Lucian Morelli. The craziness of this situation put the red carpet walk to shame. I was shivering, goose prickled, pulse racing in fight or flight.

I knew I would never be fleeing from my master. I knew I would do whatever he commanded me to do, and I wanted that. I needed that.

I was still flushed from watching the couple up on stage before us, still excited, because from the very first moment I’d seen them up there, I’d wanted to be that woman up on stage, held firm in the shackles.

Only I hadn’t wanted it to be her beast of a man up there alongside me, playing me as a master for the room.

I’d wanted it to be my monster. My master. My Lucian.

His hands were firm and steady as he took hold of the shackles above me and bound my hands in the cuffs. I let out a gasp as he pulled them high, stretching my arms up tight above me, high enough that I was on tiptoes, even in my heels.

His body was so hot as he pressed himself tight to my back, even through his tuxedo. His voice was a gravelly whisper in my ear.

“You’ll take what you’re given, Elaine, and it’s going to hurt.”

A whole new wave of shivers raced through me, and I was back there in front of him in my mind, right from the very beginning, when I’d known he’d give me pain and I’d wanted it so much I was begging him.

I closed my eyes when he pulled my dress loose and let it drop to the floor around my feet, my heart racing all the more at the cheer from the crowd. And there I was, teetering in front of the watching audience in just my heels and panties. My panties which were already wet from how much I wanted this.

I knew my cut was still clear on my ribs, but it was already beginning to heal. To fade. To become irrelevant. Enough that the crowd in front of me didn’t freak out at me under the lights.

“Step,” Lucian said, and I raised my feet one at a time as he pulled my dress out from underneath me.

Then he moved away.

It felt like I was there an age, standing bare for the spectators.

I heard him behind me, clearly swishing implements from a rack. It was a flogger he presented me with first, only he didn’t run it down my back like the beast before him had teased his woman. Lucian curled it right around my tits from the very first swing, catching a nipple so hard it made me jump in the chains, and that’s when it truly took me, the craving for the hurt running right through my veins like a calling.

I was ready for it when he did it again, only this time I didn’t jump, I moaned, bracing myself proud.

He tugged my panties down my thighs.

“Step,” he said again, and I was ready, stepping out of the lace.

I was naked apart from my heels, nipples hard and still stinging. He reached his hands around from behind me, sliding them across my skin to twist and pull to turn that stinging to a hard, strong pain.

“Take it,” he said, and I tipped my head back against his shoulder, offering my tits to his hands and he twisted and pulled some more. His breath was on my neck and I found I was smiling, eyes still closed as I focused on his touch and nothing more.

His fingers slid down my ribs, tickling, but again he was so careful not to hurt the pain he didn’t cause. I clenched my stomach muscles as they swept their way further down.

“Spread yourself for me,” he whispered. “Be a good girl and spread your thighs as far as they’ll fucking go.”

I was a good girl for him. I spread my thighs as far as they would fucking go, putting all of my weight on those shackles.

His fingers spread my pussy lips, exposing my clit to the crowd. I gasped as he circled the right spot, teasing me just enough that I let out a moan as he pushed three fingers inside me in one thrust.

“Show them what a horny little bitch you are,” he ordered me. “Squirm on my fingers like a slut.”

I did.

I squirmed on his fingers like a slut, even though he was so brutal it hurt.

When he yanked those fingers from me, his breaths were faster. I could feel the swell in his pants against my ass and he was so hard that it made me alive with a new sense of pride. I wanted the crowd to see me be a good little slut enough to please him. I wanted them to see I could drive a man like Lucian Morelli crazy because he wanted me so much. Not any of the other stunning women in this room who were more experienced than I was, but me. Only me.