Free Controlling Krysta by Lyla Sinclair

felt cold metal. Before I could explore further or remove my blindfold, my hands were jerked up over my head.
    His palm pressed my wrists into the bed and I realized he was holding both with one of his big hands…just like in my dream.
    A wave of arousal coursed through me at the thought of being dominated so completely. Yet I was still angry. What a freak I was turning out to be.
    I struggled and he pressed harder.
    “Krysta!” He said sharply. “Do you want to stay?”
    I stilled.
    I shouldn’t have wanted to stay. Staying was crazy. But I certainly didn’t want to leave.
    And I hated the idea of saying it out loud. Admitting that, for some strange reason, I wanted to stay here with him no matter what he planned to do to me.
    Maybe if I made this about the feelings between us, instead of the sexual weirdness.
    “Mason, I—”
    “It’s Mr. Maddox, and the only answers here are ‘Yes, Mr. Maddox,’ or ‘No, Mr.
    Maddox.’”
    I knew that extra edge in his voice was there because of the contract. Maybe I did deserve to be punished.
    “Do you want to stay?” he repeated.
    “Yes, Mr. Maddox.”
    “Grab the spindles. This is your last chance. Let go again, and you’ll be tied.”
    I wrapped my fingers around the spindles, this time determined not to let go no matter what. I didn’t want my hands tied.
    Pain shot through my left nipple. I startled, but didn’t move my hands. I became aware of the cold steel chain on my skin, snaking from one nipple clamp to the other.
    Each time I breathed, it slithered, changing positions slightly on my chest.
    “I’m going to tie your legs open so you don’t thrash around too much.”
    The idea of being tied frightened me. It always had.
    “Please don’t tie me, Ma—Mr. Maddox,” I cried.
    “This is what it means to be my contracted whore. I’m not interested in what you want. I don’t have sympathy for your fear.”
    My heart ached because behind the shield of indifference, I could hear the hurt in his voice. In his mind, he’d cared for me, and I’d betrayed him.
    I lay there quietly as he tied my ankles with leather straps and pulled my legs wide.
    As I became aware of a small buzzing sound, a vibration hit my clit.
    “Oh!” I yelled. It was a hit-and-run sensation, gone in a split second. My pussy flexed.
    My clit cried out for more. I wanted that feeling back.
    Instead, the chain on my chest moved and the clamps pulled at my sensitive nipples. I moaned as fabulous waves of pain swelled in my breasts and washed through my torso.
    My pelvis thrust upward on its own. It was rewarded with another burst of electricity on my clit.
    “Oh…yes!” I said. Before the second word was out, the apparatus had been removed.
    The feeling melted away.
    I nearly let go of the spindles in my desperation to touch myself, but squeezed them harder instead.
    My hips undulated, begging for more.
    Something cold and hard touched my clit, but there were no vibrations this time.
    “Do you want me to turn it on?” Mason asked.
    “Yes!” My hips thrust as though they could turn the vibrator on themselves. All that got me was a little more pressure.
    I heard the buzz as the jolt hit me. “Ahhh—” I began, but it stopped again.
    “Do you want to come?”
    “Yes, Mr. Maddox.”
    “Then tell me about this arrangement with my brother. What was the payoff for him?
    Was he planning to humiliate me with the contract after you and I were supposedly together?”
    “No… No!” I was shocked he’d think such a thing. “Your brother loves you.”
    “If he did, he wouldn’t make me the butt of his joke.”
    “It wasn’t a joke. He was worried about you… He cares about you.”
    “All Dix cares about is Dix. He has you charmed like all the others.”
    “Dix may be charming, but you’re the one I—”
    A shockwave hit the entrance to my pussy. This time, the buzzing bliss went on for one, two, three…
    My body stiffened, more than ready for the orgasm. The word I’d been