Free Woman In Chains by Bridget Midway Page A

the sweatpants, he couldn’t.
    When she turned her back to him, Dak saw how red her ass cheeks were from his punishment. Rebekah stepped into the claw-foot bathtub that sat in the middle of the room.
    “Rebekah, we need to—”
    “You’re a hypocrite.”
    Her assessment caused Dak to blink. “What did you just say?”
    “A hypocrite. That or a liar. You’re supposed to save people, and you give a punishment like that to a person you believe has been abused?” She shook her head and gazed down into the water.
    Dak dropped down next to the tub to address her. He wanted to make sure that she understood every word he said to her.
    “What I did just now was not abuse. Had I not warned you before that the spanking was coming, I would agree with you.” He reached for her hand that rested on the side of the tub.
    As soon as he touched her, she slipped her hand into the water. “Master Blade does the same thing, but you call it abuse.”
    Dak shook his head. “Blade is a monster. If you were honest with yourself, you would see that.”
    She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them.
    The dig of comparing Dak to Blade made him feel gutted. He couldn’t get rid of Rebekah fast enough.
    “Tell me your name.”
    When Rebekah remained quiet, Dak moved to the other side of the tub to gain eye contact with her. She turned her head the other way to avoid him.
    “Are you going to talk to me?”
    Her body stilled at his inquiry. Instead of answering him, she began bathing herself.
    “Fine. I’ll be right here waiting until you’re done.” He leaned against the counter again and watched her.
    Dak had never gone through so much for one person before. In the short time he’d been with Rebekah, she’d drawn out his dominant side and made him question his skill. She had more power than she realized. For that reason, he would happily see her on her way.
    After her bath, and after she refused to eat anything, Dak dressed Rebekah in another one of his T-shirts, then cuffed her to his bed again. He sat guard at the doorway in a chair to make sure she didn’t try to escape. It had been a long night. Thank God, it’d be ending soon.
     
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    Dak felt something soft, like a feather, glide over his lips. He opened his eyes and found Rebekah hovering over him. Although he should have been startled, he felt calm.
    He studied her face, from her soulful brown eyes to her button nose to those kissable full lips. He licked his own in response.
    Her hands rested on the arms of the chair as she straddled him.
    “How did you get out?” he asked.
    She smiled, and her angelic face beamed. “You freed me, remember?”
    As a way to thank him, she planted kisses down the side of his face and over his neck. The feeling erected every hair on his body. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer to him. Even though he knew she wore nothing underneath the T-shirt, Dak wanted to see her body.
    He yanked the garment off her as she let her hand travel down his body to his jeans.
    “What would Master Dak like?” she asked as she undid the button on his jeans, then pulled down the zipper.
    “You know what I like.”
    As though they had done it before, Rebekah lowered herself onto his hardened cock and rode him, slowly at first, but eventually increasing speed. He felt her slick inner walls surrounding his shaft, tightening on him until he wanted to come. Dak’s heart pounded so hard it scared him.
    “Oh, God! So good!” Dak raised his hips to meet her gyrations. “Just tell me your name. Trust me enough to tell me your name.”
    Rebekah leaned forward, placing her mouth right by his ear. He felt her hot breath warming the shell of his ear.
    “My name? You want to know my real name?” Her sultry voice turned his spine into pudding.
    “Yes! Yes! Tell me!”
    “It’s—”
    Another pounding sounded in Dak’s ears, muting what Rebekah had said. Then he heard it again and knew the pounding didn’t come from his own heartbeat.
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