Mistress of Redemption Read Online Free PDF Page A

still to see how long she’d
    linger and let him share in the magic
    of her presence.
    “Deep breath. One. Two. Make
    everything silent, inside and out.”
    The look in those eyes pierced him
    like a needle. Though his erection
    was back up over his balls like an
    eager dog sitting on his haunches, her
    hypnotic words drew a thread
    through his heart and into an even
    deeper part of himself. A place a
    much less cynical mind would have
    called his soul. Dragged it toward
    her, made him want to do whatever
    she wanted.
    Nathan jerked back from her touch.
    “What the hell are you doing?”
    Moving right with him, she insinuated
    her thigh between his, against the
    bulge of his testicles. She put her
    palm close to his mouth. “Taste me
    and you won’t fear me for the wrong
    reasons. Or are you too afraid
    already?”
    17
    Joey W. Hill
    He managed a sneer that he realized
    was not the type of expression that
    charmed a wealthy Mistress. So
    slowly, keeping his gaze on her face,
    he dipped his head, pressed his lips
    to her palm and tasted soft skin. The
    pads of her fingers brushed his brow.
    They were cool and he felt…peace.
    Closing his eyes, he leaned into her
    touch, his throat tight with a wealth of
    emotions, needs and desires so
    overwhelming that all he could do
    was be still and let them roll through
    him. He obeyed her, stilling all
    thought and motion, inhaling her scent
    with flared nostrils, willing away any
    other distraction.
    “There you go. That’s my good boy.
    My handsome slave.”
    Fingers brushed his cock and his
    breath shuddered out of him. When a
    strap tightened on the root, his eyes
    snapped open. Dona still stood
    before him, but the previously
    napping redhead knelt at her hip,
    buckling a cock strap on him. He
    tried to pull back but he was already
    caught, the stiff collar digging into the
    base of his cock and testicles. It was
    snug enough it didn’t need a waist
    strap, especially now with his dick
    swelling up large, as it always had
    when a woman restrained him. He
    used to think it was a curse, until he
    learned how to twist it for his own
    purposes. It didn’t escape his notice,
    however, that the only thing
    apparently being twisted at the
    moment was him.
    The woman who’d been braiding the
    hair of the redhead, the blonde with
    the requisite cornflower blue eyes
    and pale pink lips that were curved
    in a pleased smile, handed Dona a
    metal collar with a padlock.
    “No—”
    The blonde moved behind him and
    caught his arms, drawing the wrists
    back. When he began to struggle in
    earnest, the redhead neatly pulled his
    legs out from under him.
    He should have been able to easily
    overpower both, but the swift attack
    took him unawares. Rolling him over
    onto his stiff cock caused him to yelp,
    but they held him fast as Dona
    straddled his back, her ass on his
    neck, those slim ankles in spiked
    heels on either side of his head.
    Bending his arms, she manacled his
    wrists to his elbows so his arms
    were folded at a ninety-degree angle
    against his back.
    Immobilized, he drew in a breath as
    the blonde caressed his throat and
    threaded the collar under him so she
    could snap it on. A chain attached to
    the manacles was drawn up and
    clipped to the back of the collar so
    that the weight of his arms pulled
    against it.
    When he heard the padlock click, felt
    the pressure of the metal against his
    throat, his balls drew up hard and
    tight, sending a spurt of his fluids into
    the grass, making him groan.
    “You like that,” his new Mistress
    observed. “You like the feeling of
    being owned, though you hate it in
    yourself as well. Always trying to
    pretend it’s something else,
    something you can use to your
    advantage.”
    Dona bent forward, her breasts
    pressing against the small of his
    back, her abdomen in the stiff corset
    brushing against the upper curve of
    his spine between his shoulders.
    He pushed against the ground when
    she touched his buttock with the tip of
    her