Free Distorted Lines (Blurred Lines Volume 2) by Breena Wilde Page B

and I sense he’s going to come. “Shit, Cadence. You’re pussy fits me like a glove.” He throws his head back and groans as he shudders in release. Moving his hands, he pulls the butt plug out and my body responds with another orgasm.
    He pulls off the blindfold and lies beside me. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
    I shake my head, too exhausted to speak. He pinches the inside of my thigh. “I need to hear the words, Cadence.”
    “It felt amazing, Zane.” I swallow back the shakiness in my voice.
    “It was amazing. I feel kind of bad that I had Fileze beaten so badly. If I’d known how remarkable you would be, I would’ve been more patient with that awful pimp.”
    I smile. “I’m here to please,” I say , putting an arm under my head and turning my face toward him.
    He brushes some of my hair off my cheek. “Yes, you are. And I’ve been most impressed so far.” He climbs off the bed and slides on his jeans. “Sleep. I’ll have some food and drink brought in soon.”
     
    ***
     
    I do go back to sleep. Exhaustion gets the better of me. When I wake again, it’s on my own. A tray of food—a bowl of cut fruit, a bagel, some cream cheese, and a glass of orange juice—is beside the bed. I sit and pick up the juice. Chug the whole glass. Then pop a strawberry in my mouth.
    That’s when I notice Lincoln. He’s standing beside the door.
    “Oh, hi Lincoln. This food is meant for me, right?”
    Lincoln nods. “It is.”
    I finish all the food on the tray in record time. When I’m done, I go over to the bathroom.
    “I need to go,” I tell Lincoln.
    He faces the door in response and I go.
    “Mr. Zane has asked you to take another shower.”
    I turn on the water when I’m finished peeing. As I wash I can’t help but think about Zane and this whole weird situation. He knows his way around a woman’s body. I’ve responded to him in a way I never have with another man. It isn’t the same as with John Cruze. Nothing and no one has ever got my body the way he did.
    Plus, he’s a clean freak, which is good , and Zane hasn’t been too awful. 
    At least , not yet , my mind whispers.

 
     
    Chapter 3
     
    For the next couple of days Zane has his way with me. On the third night he hooks me up to the wooden platform on the wall. “I want you to derive pleasure from pain,” he says as he straps me in.
    I try to act nonchalant. Cool, even. This is a job. He is a client. But the truth is I’m terrified. I’ve never, in my four years as a hooker, experienced anything like this. As hard as I try not to show fear, I can’t stop my bottom lip from trembling.
    Zane notices. “Don’t be afraid , sweet Cadence. The pain won’t be more than you can handle.” He takes a deep breath, brushes a thumb across my breast, and kisses my cheek. “I get off watching you scream out. That’s the truth.” I gasp at his words. He continues as though he didn’t hear me. “The pain I inflict is meant only to be pleasurable. Understand?”
    I don’t. At least, not yet. But one thing the last few days has taught me is that he’s skilled as a lover and that he doesn’t intend to kill me. I have a good sense of people. Sure, Zane is a twisted motherfucker, no doubt about it, but he hasn’t pissed on me or broken any bones. He hasn’t punched me or ripped out my hair. Overall, I feel lucky. It could’ve been a lot worse. I’m sure Fileze hoped he would be really awful.
    One question has been on my mind , though. “Why do you care?” I eke out.
    A strange looks crosses his face. “Why do I care about what?”
    I clear my throat, knowing I may make him mad. “What do you care if I get any kind of pleasure? I’m here to please you, make sure you’re satisfied. How can me getting any kind of gratification be your concern?”
    Zane smirks, a strange, twisted smirk. He reaches over and grabs the cat of nine tails he used on me the first night and whips it across my chest. I cry out in pain. Small droplets of blood