Free Martinique (The Acolyte Book 1) by Stevie Prescott

He had accomplished both with remarkable dispatch.
    The trembling, at least, he must have seen, for his voice grew soothing, as well as provocative.
    "Don't be afraid. You belong to me now, and nothing that belongs to me is ever damaged. But you will learn not to fight me, my sweet. A pointless waste of effort."
    As if to prove it, that undressing me was too much bother, he began to simply cut my gown away, gutting upwards as he would have a fish, until I was naked of all but my corset and stockings, the rest in shreds under me. Panting, struggling not to, I didn't move, fearful of being sliced open in the same fashion, no matter his words.
    I could feel the heat of shame all over my skin that must have been splotching it with red. He stared down, seeming fascinated by my stays. It was a delicate French corset that didn't reach my waist, my breasts cradled in the two half-moon cups. He studied it, brushing his free hand over the brocade, and then turned the knife in his hand. With a grin, he began at the lowest tie, catching it with the edge of the blade, easily slicing through the velvet tie in one swift stroke. It was worse, in a way, than what the other two had done, for he seemed to be relishing it, drawing out the moment as long as possible. I shut my eyes when I felt the cold blade slide upward over my skin, then the next quick, violent flick of the sharp edge. There were only five, and when he reached the top, he paused even longer before he cut it, and the bustier came apart. He used the flat of the knife to flick aside the left and then the right, and I felt the air shriveling my flesh. To my infinite relief, he then slipped the blade back down his boot.
    "Breathe, my sweet. Breathe."
    I didn't realize I was holding my breath, and I loosed the air with a little sob, while he smiled again, watching my breasts ripple with the heaving gasp.
    He reached down with a calloused hand, carefully kneading one of them, exploring every inch of it.
    "Lovely. Incredibly lovely. Not like the teats on a cow. I despise that. The shape is perfect. But large, for one so young."
    Then he lowered his head and took one into his mouth, sucking on it, tugging and rolling it between his teeth. Instinctively I pulled at the bonds on my wrists, my elbow slamming the side of his head, and he reached out, holding it away, as he moved to the other breast and began dining on it. I felt his free hand roam down, exploring my legs, over my hips, then to my thighs that were now gripped tight together. He flirted with the white ribbons holding my stockings on above my knees, seeming in no hurry to have them off, as fascinated as he'd been by my corset.
    He raised his head, speaking in a low voice, his words jolting me.
    "Spread your legs apart."
    Wordlessly I shook my head, and he only smiled.
    "Do as I say. Open your legs. I won't hurt you."
    I was still shaking my head. He stood straight, and the look on his face sent a tremor through me, the movement of denial seeming more a shiver. He stepped to the foot of the table, gripped me by the ankles and yanked them wide, with stunning force in his arms. Then he stared at me a moment before he spoke, his voice as level as before.
    "When I tell you to do something, you will do it."
    I had never before been exposed in such a way. The tears began to slip down my temples into my tangled hair, and I knew that in another moment he would undo the ragged pantaloons and produce the object of my ravishment.
    But instead he'd gone still, reaching out one hand to slide it up the inside of my thigh. The journey seemed to take forever, and when he was finished with one leg, he went to the other, even caressing my stockings. He moved so slowly I wondered if he thought to lull me or to enjoy himself. His fingers crept up, agonizingly patient, and I let out a little wail when he reached the tight curls, brushing over the lips he'd spread so wide.
    " C'est belle, la petite cun ," he said, and though I'd never heard the word,