Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

moaned and writhed around her, a part of Abigail was tempted to know what it would feel like to have his hands on her, inside her. Other parts buzzing all around her flesh.
    “And what do I call you?” Walter asked.
    Should she just say Abigail or Abby? Or should she try to get in the spirit of the thing and give him a super sexy secret name like Aurora or Desiree?
    “I’m---”
    “Never mind,” Walter said. “We’re not here to talk, right?”
    No. No not at all.
    Dropping his glass, the man took her hand none too gently, but as Abigail instinctively tried to pull away from him, he cradled the small of her back in his hand.
    “Easy,” he said. “You came over here. Remember?”
    Another look over her shoulder showed her that Mistress Serena was gone, and Mariah was still MIA. Turning her head, Walter pressed her brow to his broad chest. His hot breath passed through his lips and entered her ear.
    “I’m going to do all kinds of things to you,” he promised.
    Okay. Okay. So she’d have to strip and suck him off, swallowing every drop of his cum until he rallied and flipped her to her back and dove in, his lust renewed in the face of her servitude. Walter looked good, smelled better, and she was nearly off the floor on his arm, when he breathed into her ear again.
    “I can’t wait to hear you scream.”
    Stopping where she stood, Abigail blanched. As Walter’s hold tightened, it was not a question of knowing if the man was serious. His determination seemed lethal.
    “I---”
    Walter pressed her body to one of the walls and gripped her shoulders as his smile morphed into a cruel leer.
    “New meat, I’m going to break you in real good,” Walter said. Crushing his mouth to hers, Abigail tried to resist the kiss and regain her breath. She was losing both battles, and she was only able to gasp when Walter released her, his hands still on arms, every one of her soft hairs tingling.
    “I… I don’t know…”
    Hiding her in a corner, Walter flattened his palm and smacked it across her sweating face. So much for no real pain. As Abigail tried to clutch her stinging cheek, Walter wrestled her hand behind her back and bared his teeth.
    “That doesn’t matter,” Walter said. “You’re mine for as long as I say.”
    Would it just be for this one night? Or did Walter have other plans in mind, plans to which Mistress Serena was privy? How Abigail wished that she had listened to her and taken things slower with one of the other clients. Even Mariah’s big boy seemed a better alternative as Walter kept backing her away from the main floor. His lips parted, and he started to chew on her straps. The force of his bite was so strong that he got one breast free. Burying his face in her chest, he started to nip at her soft mounds, his teeth tugging at her nipples. This was not what she had bargained for; it hurt, and Abigail was nearly certain that she felt the flow of blood. Screaming, maybe in the way that he had wanted from the start, Abigail sprang to life and started to batter Walter’s back with small fists.
    “Leave me alone!” she begged. “I don’t want you. I… I don’t want this.”
    Drawing back with murder in his eyes, Walter formed his own fist, and Abigail cringed as he seemed ready to strike.
    “You fucking cock tease,” Walter hissed. “Who the hell do you think---?”
    His question came to a stop with a surprised grunt. As soon as she felt Walter’s shadow leave her body, Abigail looked up again, her eyes moist with the beginnings of tears, and then she saw Walter put in his place.

Chapter 4
    “You.”
    The tone in Walter’s voice told Abigail that he knew the man. And he was obviously not at all pleased to see him. Abigail watched Walter crumble to the ground, and as he fell from her view, she caught sight of her surprise savior.
    He was older than Walter. By ten years at least. He had steely blue eyes bathed in warmth sitting above a lightly lined face. His tousled hair was light brown