Free Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1) by Veronica Wilder Page A

She should kick him hard and run. But even as she knew that Patrick was nowhere to be found, at least she now knew what Walter would expect.
    “Here I am,” she said in a flat tone.
    “I’ve been looking for you,” Walter said. “Did you figure it out?”
    Abigail’s eyes blinked in confusion, and Walter smirked as he stroked her face.
    “How weak he is,” Walter continued. “I’ve seen it happen before.”
    So she really wasn’t so special after all.
    Walter leaned closer, and she nearly gagged on the whiskey wafting off his breath.
    “But now it’s my turn.”
    Like I have a choice?
    “I get it now,” Abigail said as she tentatively took his hand. Walter clutched her closer she would have waned, but maybe it was better to just let him have her and leave her with her job intact even as her soul was shattered.
    “No,” Walter said. “You don’t. But you soon will.”
    Leading her down the hallway, keeping her firmly in his grasp, Walter turned the final corner and pushed her into darkness. Focusing on the silvery slivers of light that passed through a stray window, she watched Walter unspool his belt, and he snapped it against the shadows. But it wasn’t the whip that she wanted.
    This whole scene was something from which she needed to escape.
    “I---”
    She was nearly on her feet when Walter made like Patrick never had and slammed his fist into her face. As she doubled back and tried to become one with the wall, the brass of his buckle singed her arms, and Abigail cried out for help as he continued to beat her.
    “Think you can tease me and get away with it!” he challenged.
    “I… I could hold you up to Patrick and just imagine something better.”
    The second slap that hit her face told her that it was the wrong call, but she wouldn’t give him the chance to touch what wasn’t his. Not like this.
    “Get away from me!” she screamed.
    Walter’s surprised rage was enough to make her believe that she had a chance of getting away, and she was nearly out the door when he wrestled her ankles and flung her back to the wall. Abigail groaned without words, but as she tried to call out for help, Walter stuffed his tie into her mouth and bound the ends about her chin. Every effort to break free was stifled by his belt surrounding her wrists. After Patrick, she knew all too well what it was to be tied in soft ropes surrounded by delicious fear. But when Walter Ross crushed his boot to her side, she understood that this was something else, something that she did not want. Every effort to break free only translated into fresh kicks battering her flesh.  He lunged forward and wrestled her body to the ground as he dropped his pants and revealed his gleaming cock. Hard and long, Abigail knew that she would take no pleasure in even one inch of it, and she tried to scramble away as he pushed himself inside her with a vile thrust followed by a hateful throb. Gagged and powerless, Abigail thrashed around him, but Walter’s strength combined with his venom brought a rain of new blows down on her body. Every punch, every kick made her miss the ways that Patrick bound her with total care and kissed her upon release. Walter Ross spit on her and kicked her into tormented silence.
    “I’ll teach you to be a cock tease, cunt!”
    Her body was nearly broken as he kept kicking, punching, and Abigail stopped fighting and hardly whimpered into her makeshift gag. Better to hope for unconsciousness, but it did not come as he ripped what there was of clothing from her body. She thrashed when he fingered her pussy, but Walter slapped just slapped her again.
    “And now I have you all to myself.”
    Walter leaned closer to his ear, and as he gripped her throat, she had no choice but to focus on his cold eyes.
    “You be nice, bitch. Or I’ll tell Serena that you wouldn’t play. Word is that you’re already on thin ice.”
    No choice. She would be without a hope off earning her keep if she didn’t submit, and she no