CHAPTER 059 : Control Itakeastepbackoninstinct.Hekeepswalkingtowardme,apredatorwhoknowsthepreywontrunfar Mybackhitstheshelf.Thedildoisstillinmyhandwhenhestopsinfrontofmeandgentlypriesitfrommyfingers,placingitbackinitsspot.
Heleansin.
DoyouknowwhyIbroughtyouhere?Hisvoiceislow.
Ishakemyhead.
Useyourwords,Sloane.
No.
Ilikethisroom,hemurmurs.
Mythroatworks.Itsavery…unusualroom.
Areyouscared? Ihesitate.Myheartispracticallyjumpingoutofmychest.Theredlightmakeseverythingfeelsinisterandcharged.Idontknowwhatkindofthingshes donehere.Idontknowwhatheplanstodotome.ButIcantdenytheheatrisinginmybelly.Thecuriositytinglingalongmyspine.
Yes,Iwhisper.Imscared.ButImeantitwhenIsaidIwanttoknow everythingaboutyoueventhescaryparts.
Hegrabsmebytheneckandpullsmecloseuntilourmouthsareabreathapart.
Areyousureaboutthat?Softthingsgetbrokenhere.
Thenbreakme,Iwhisper.Or didyoubringmeheretoscaremeawayfromyou? Oh,Bunny,hemurmursdarkly.The onlywayyoureleavingthisroomisifIkeyinapasswordtoletyouout.Ibroughtyouheretocageyouinwithme.Yourenotgoing anywhereuntilyouresowastedthatIhavetocarryyououtinmyarms .
Knox- Hishandtightensaround myneck,tiltingmychinfurtherup.You wanttoknowme?Thisiswhereyoustart.
Hisotherhandslidesupmyshirtandfindsmybreast.Hisfingercirclesmynipple,teasing,thenhepinchesithardenoughto makemecryout.

Iliketocontrolthings,hesays.Yourbody.Yourmind.Yourorgasms.Yourpain.
Hepinchesagain,andIgasp.Hisholdonmyneckkeepsmeupright.
Ilikethesesoundsyou makewhenItouchyou.Imgoingtomakeyoucomeon everysurfaceofthisroom.Onedayatatime.
Hismouthisatmyearagain.
Inhere,anythingIsaygoes.Youdontcomeunless Isay.YoudontspeakunlessIaskyouaquestionoryourescreaminginecstasy.Youdontlookawayfrommeunlessitsphysicallyimpossible.LikewhenIhaveyoubentoverthespankingbench.
Mybreathsarecominginshortgaspsnow.
You wontneedasafewordwithme.Butifyou needmetostopthatbadly…Hishandstrokesdownthevalleybetweenmybreasts.Yousayyourname.
MMyname? Hepinchesmynippleagain,andIcryout.
What didIsayabouttalking? No…talking,Igasp.
Hereleasesmeandstepsback.
Good.Noclotheshere,either,hesays,alreadypullingoffhisshirt.Hedropsittothe floor.
Then hishandsmovetohiswaistband.
Hedoesntrush.Doesntbreakeyecontact.Thepantsfallslowlypoolingathisfeet.
Successfullyunlocked! Andthenhekicksthemaside,standingtheregloriouslynakedandhar Thetattoosonhischestandbicepslookmoredangerousunder theredlight.
Helookslike agodofwarabouttodragmeintoasacrificialritual.Somethingoutofmyth.Beautiful.Terrifying.Beyond reason.
1/2 CHAPTER059:Control TheresnotraceofthesmirkingKnox.Theresonlythis.Power.Hunger.

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Hetiltshishead,watching mesilently.
Mythroatgoesdry.
BecauseImnotsureifIshouldfeelsafeorendangered.
AndIveneverbeenmoreturnedoninmylife.
Takeoffyourshirt,hesays.
Idontwait.Itosstheshirtovermyheadandflingitaside.
Kneel,headds.
Idroptomykneesandlookupathim.
Hecirclesmeslowly,andIhearhimreachingforsomethingbehindme.Leatherrustling.Metalsliding.
Andthenhebendstowardme,reachingformyglassesandtaking themoff.
Asoftblindfoldreplacestheglasses,andsuddenly,everythingaroundmeisdark.
Ashetightenstheblindfoldbehindmyhead,IrealizeIprobablywontdowellasablindperson.
Darknessswallowseverything.Notjusttheroom,buttime.Sound.Thesafetythatcomeswithbeingabletoseewhatscoming.
Withoutit,mybreathshortens.Mybodytenses.TheterrorIfeltearlier,thatstrangeblendofcuriosityandfearwhenIfirstwalkedintothisroom,multipliesfoldsitselfoverandoveruntilitspulsingineverynerveending.
Knoxsaysnothing.

Thesilencestretches,andIbegintothinkmaybehesleftmehere.Maybethisisthegame.Makemefeelforgotten.Alone.Helpless.
Myliptrembles.Imjustabouttobreakthespeakingruletowhisperhisname,tobegforanysoundoflifewhenhefinallyspeaks.
Getup,Bunny.
MykneeswobbleasIrise.Theairiscoolernow,ormaybeitsjustthelackofsight thatmakeseverythingfeeldifferent.Takefivestepsforward.
Idoashesays,countinginmyhead,armsslightly outtobalance.Bythefifthstep,Istop,uncertain,heartthudding.Hecouldbeanywhere.Watchingme.Behindme.Infrontofme.
Insidemyhead.
Weregoingtoplayalittlegame,hesays.WhenIsaystart,youspininonespot.
KeepspinninguntilIsaystop.Doyouunderstandme? Thatshift.Thattone.Hedidntraisehisvoice,butIfeelthecommand ineveryboneofmybody.
Istraighten,breathcatching.
Yes,Iwhisper.
Inhere,Iownyou.YourefertomeasMaster.AmIclear? Yes…Master.
Good,hesays.Nowspinfor me, sweetgirl.
Mystomachflips.ButIobey.
Ipivotinplace,slowlyatfirst,armstightatmysides.Icanfeeltheairshiftaroundme.Myhairliftswiththemotion.Oneturn.Two.Three.
Bythetimehesays,Stop,myequilibriumisshaky.Myheadtiltsslightly,andIplantmyfeetwidetosteadymyself.Now,hesays,walkforward.Keepwalkinguntilyoubumpintosomething.Whateveryouhitwillbetodays instrumentoftortureorpleasure.
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