Free The Sacrifice by Evangeline Anderson Page B

forces me
to do this. He’ll find out how hot and wet I really am. How the punishing
clamps on my nipples are causing my pussy to cream for him.
    Aiden twists one finger in the gold chain hanging between my
breasts and gives it a sharp tug. I yelp as the clamps bite even harder and a
fiery mixture of pleasure and pain jolts through me, causing fresh wetness
between my legs. “Do as you’re told,” he says sternly.
    “Yes, Master,” I say through gritted teeth. Part of me hates the
humiliation of what he’s demanding I do. But there is another part—a part so
deeply buried I never would have found it without Aiden. That naughty little
part of my psyche loves the feeling of hot helplessness, of giving control of
my body over to someone else. Someone bigger and stronger who can do anything
he wants to me. I try to push that part away—it’s sick and wrong to be turned
on by this treatment, isn’t it? I am no longer sure. All I know is that my
master is watching me, waiting for me to obey. Every second I delay I am
risking more punishment.
    Taking a deep breath, I spread my legs for him. Then, (and this is
even harder) I reach down and part my pussy lips with my fingers, holding
myself open so that he can inspect my wet, pink interior.
    “Lovely,” Aiden murmurs, cupping my open pussy in his hand. I
can’t quite stifle a moan as his warm palm comes in contact with my slippery
inner cunt. I can feel the heel of his hand rubbing my throbbing clit even as
two thick fingers sink deep inside my pussy. He looks up at me. “And not just
lovely—very wet and hot. You do like this, Emma. Even if you don’t want
to admit it to yourself.”
    “I…I…” It’s impossible to answer when he’s pumping slowly into my
pussy with those long, thick fingers. Goddess, I haven’t even had breakfast yet
and he’s about to give me an orgasm.
    “Wet and hot but so tight,” Aiden says, still pumping.
Goddess, I’m so close. If he would just rub my clit a little harder… a
little faster… “We’ll have to do something about that after breakfast,” he
continues. Then, abruptly, he withdraws his hand.
    I’m left standing there alone, bereft, unfulfilled. I make a
little sound of protest but Aiden seems unconcerned.
    “You may sit now, Emma,” he says, indicating a plush dining room
chair adjacent to his. “Breakfast will be served at once.” He picks up a small
crystal bell I hadn’t noticed earlier and rings it sharply.
    To my surprise and embarrassment, a door on the far side of the
room opens and an elderly human man with thinning white hair and watery blue
eyes shuffles in carrying a tray. Oh my Goddess, has he been watching? Has he
seen everything that Aiden was doing to me? Quickly I try to cover myself with
the crimson shirt but Aiden stops me.
    “No,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, Emma. Barnes won’t
look at you.” Barnes, presumably, being the old man.
    “But…” I have never felt so naked. I’m still itching to cover up,
even though the servant’s watery blue eyes are pointed discreetly away from me.
    “It’s my wish that you remain bare,” Aiden growls softly, his eyes
flashing. It’s clear he’s not going to bend on this.
    Reluctantly, I stop fiddling with the crimson shirt and let it
hang open by my sides. My clamped nipples throb fiercely and my pussy feels
incredibly wet and naked. My cheeks are so hot I feel like my face is on fire.
Yet I sit there quietly, on display, while the elderly servant serves out scrambled
eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes.
    He puts a steaming plate in front of me and I pick up my fork and
start eating, not sure what else to do. I’m sure the food is delicious, but I
can’t taste a thing. All I can feel is how embarrassed I am. How I wish I could
sink right through the floor and never return.
    Finally, after pouring me a steaming cup of what smells like Earl
Grey tea, the old servant leaves. I breathe a sigh of relief and feel myself
relaxing.