Free His Every Desire (For His Pleasure, Book 7) by Kelly Favor

toll on her psyche. “I’m still scared to let go,” she admitted.
    “You just do it,” he told her. “Right now. Give in and trust me completely.
    Know that I’ll always keep you safe.”
    She focused on his words, on the sound of his voice. What would it be like, she wondered, to completely give in to his demands? What would it be like, for a short time, to simply allow herself to be nothing but a servant to his every desire?
    Something about it was deeply frightening, yet also deeply appealing. She could picture herself servicing him in all ways—a concubine at his feet, bringing him to climax with her mouth, her hands, her pussy. She would let him strap her into his devices, and she would allow him to learn her body inside and out, until he could play her like an instrument.
    Nobody had ever asked her to do such things, and she’d never thought of whether or not it would appeal to her. She couldn’t deny that the thoughts were turning her on—
    she couldn’t deny that being tied to this chain was exciting in and of itself. She also couldn’t deny that she wanted Hunter at any cost.
    “Just trust me,” he whispered again. “Give me this time. And when it’s over, you’ll know for sure how you really feel.”
    Somehow, his last statement unlocked the door for her, and she was able to walk through it. She felt her body go limp, the muscles loosening, the chain growing taught as she no longer held herself up.
    “Yes,” he said, his voice triumphant. “Yes, Kallie. You’ve submitted to me, now. I can see it in the way your body looks, the sweat on your skin, the color in your cheeks, and the smell of your sex.”
    He reached his hand down and touched her belly, which contracted slightly beneath his touch. And then he plunged his hand under her panties and touched her quivering entrance. The slit was slick with her juices. He rubbed it, slowly at first, then gathering speed.
    “Oh, god,” she moaned. Her legs convulsed beneath her, and the chain bounced up and down.
    She threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. His body pressed against her from behind, enveloping her. One hand gripped her breast firmly, sliding against her sweating, slick skin as the other hand held her swollen mound, his fingers slowly sweeping into her tunnel.
    Rhythmically, his fingers worked her as he whispered in her ear.
    She was lost in his seduction—eyes closed, his voice guiding her as if she were trying to find her way through the forest on a pitch black night.
    “Yes, Kallie,” he said, into her ear. “Let me fuck you the way I want to fuck you.
    I’m so hard for you, right now. Do you feel me against you ass, spreading your cheeks while I spread your pussy with my fingers?”
    She was past speaking or even nodding. She simply let him tell her what to do and what he wanted from her.
    His hand gripped one breast and then the other, tweaking her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers and then grabbing her breasts again, while his other hand continued to delve inside her pussy. Soon, he was also massaging her clit.
    Kallie was panting, knowing that soon she would explode into her climax.
    And that’s when he stopped.
    “Good,” he said. “We’re done here.” He abruptly released her and she felt cold and alone, opening her eyes, blinking into the bright lights of the basement.
    “What? What do you mean?” she said, her voice betraying her frustration.
    “We’re done? Just like that?”
    He began turning the crank and the pulley system engaged itself, and the chain holding her arms up grew slack. Soon, she was standing with her arms down in front of her, hands cuffed like a prisoner in a jail cell.
    Hunter came before her and unbuckled them, briefly massaging her wrists, which were red from where the restrains had bound them.
    “Just like that,” he said, smiling. He started for the stairs.
    “No, that’s not fair,” she said.
    He turned, his smile fading. “What do you mean, not fair?”
    “You said