Free Because He Steals Me (Because He Owns Me #6) by Hannah Ford Page B

into my skin and branding me.
    I groaned, my body betraying my mind. I was so turned on that my center felt like it was on fire, and my whole body throbbed with need. It was the humiliation and the disgusting things he was saying to me. I loved them.
    Callum took a step back, and I kept my eyes on the floor.
    “Take your bra off.”
    I did as I was told, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
    “Now get on the bench,” he commanded.
    “Sir?” I asked, not knowing what he was talking about. I took a chance and looked up at him, hoping it wouldn’t lead to a harsher punishment.
    He pointed to where a bench had been set up in the corner of the room. It was padded with a red cushion, and it most certainly hadn’t been there before. A spanking bench! Holy crap.
    “Crawl,” Callum commanded.
    I took in a shaky breath, then crawled over to the bench and climbed on top of it. I perched on all fours, my back arched and my butt in the air.
    Callum gripped the sides of my panties and pulled them down over my ass slowly, sliding them off and tossing them aside. The cool air of the room hit my bare pussy, sending hot shivery icicles through my now completely naked body. I watched as Callum picked up the steel bar he’d brought into the room with him.
    “What is that?” I asked, unable to keep the trembly panic out of my voice.
    “A spreader bar,” he said simply as he began to fasten the cuffs that were attached to it around my ankles.
    “What’s a spreader bar?”
    “It’s for dirty girls. Dirty little girls who want their pussies spread open for me.”
    He was finished shackling me in now, and I realized the steel bar was holding my legs open at the ankles, giving him full access to my pussy and ass, and leaving me unable to move my legs.
    I groaned.
    I watched as he removed his clothes, his naked body coming into view, every muscle, every tendon taut and sculpted. I counted his abs until I got to six, admired the smooth line of his shoulders, the flatness of his stomach, the strength his body possessed, wondering what it would be like to be that beautiful, that perfect.
    “Face forward.”
    I turned my head back toward the far wall, closing my eyes as his finger moved around my opening, teasing me.
    “This is mine.” He slapped my spread open core with the flat of his palm, then leaned down and licked it, one smooth stroke with his tongue. “I’m not going to let your pussy come for hours.”
    “What?” I asked, the panic rising in my chest again. He wasn’t going to let me come for hours? How was that even possible? I was already about to come, barely holding on to my orgasm.
    “I’m going to eat your pussy for hours, Adriana. Fucking it, licking it, sucking that hard clit into my mouth. And just when you’re about to come, I’m going to stop. Then I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And when that tight little cunt is about to come on my dick, I’m going to stop again.”
    I felt him positioned behind me, the head of his dick at my opening, and then he pushed inside of me with one deep thrust, no warning, no preamble. Just his cock suddenly buried in my pussy. I gasped.
    “Lemon,” he murmured, leaning his body down on top of mine so that I could feel his breath ticking my ear. “Your pussy is so wet and good, baby.” He pushed a strand of hair back from my face. “Is that because you’re a dirty little slut?”
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    “Yes, what?”
    “I’m a dirty little slut.”
    He pulled my hair as he pumped into me as deep as he could, taking my body, making it his, slapping my ass so hard while he fucked me that I was afraid I wasn’t going to able to sit tomorrow. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to make me his, wanted him to get off on using my body, on dominating me, on taking control. The adrenaline and endorphins took over until the pain was gone and the only sensation I could feel was pure pleasure.
    He did as he’d promised, pumping his dick into me until I was about to