Mistress of Redemption by Joey W. Hill Read Free Book Online

gray and brown hair
    waved around her face.
    Would you like some candy,
    sweetie? They’re going to let you
    come home with me. Poor little lost soul…such a pretty child…
    No… He screamed uselessly against
    the gag as the face got closer, the
    lips. He was dying and this was what
    was waiting for him. A cosmic
    psychotic joke, for it was what he’d
    spent a lifetime outwitting,
    escaping… Other shadows moved in
    and his subconscious knew them all,
    knew enough about them to make him
    fight like a berserker against what
    could not be fought against.
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    The bindings released. He was
    rising, hands drawing him up. When
    his head broke the water’s surface,
    since his arms were still bound
    behind his back by the manacles, he
    fought desperately to find and keep
    his balance, anything to stay up above
    the waterline, away from what lay
    below it.
    Dona was here. In front of him, with
    her hands on either side of his neck.
    They were alone together in the
    water. The other women sat on the
    bank, completely dry as if he’d been
    below the surface for an hour. He
    blinked through liquid, his gaze
    coming back to cling to her face.
    When she removed his gag and
    stroked his lips, he found himself
    sucking the water off her fingertips
    fervently, as if she’d saved him from
    those awful shadows. Her eyes held
    mysteries he could not fathom, but
    she was touching him. All he could
    figure out in his disoriented state was
    that his sanity at the moment
    depended on her not going away.
    “What the hell are you doing to me?”
    He said it hoarsely, resting his head
    against hers, pressing his cheek
    against the soft raven strands of her
    hair. It was so long the ends floated
    in the water around her hips. Looking
    down in this position, he saw she
    wore a black swimsuit now, so sheer
    that her curves would be starkly
    defined by the shadowing. Lifting his
    head to confirm it, he saw her
    luscious breasts were just above the
    waterline, the dark circle of her
    nipples visible behind the transparent
    netting.
    Pointed and sharp, as they would be
    if she were cold. Or aroused.
    He pushed his cock against her belly,
    bending his knees to find the seam of
    her thighs. Fuck finesse or charm.
    He’d reverted to pure male animal,
    needing to reassert who he was. No
    better way to do that than fucking the
    woman he wanted.
    A sharp yank on his cock snapped his
    legs back straight like the stock of a
    rifle. He stifled a yelp, barely. The
    tether was reattached and back in her
    hand, wrapped around her wet
    knuckles.
    “Behave, or I’ll put you under again.”
    She spoke reprovingly, but when she
    reached up and brushed her fingertips
    against his ear she had a gentle touch,
    mixing up that hard-as-nails way of
    yanking him in line with a sister-of-
    mercy touch. She grazed his skull.
    His bare skull.
    “Oh, Jesus.” He closed his eyes,
    shuddering. “Dona. Why…”
    “Because you don’t need defenses
    against me, Nathan. Because you’ll
    only make things much worse if you
    use them.”
    As she continued to caress his bare
    pate, he felt…vulnerable. He hadn’t
    expected to feel that way from
    something as simple as having his
    head shaved. Each stimulus she
    inflicted upon him elicited sensations
    new to him. He was having a hard
    time sorting it all out. Particularly
    when he kept losing his anchor on
    time and reality.
    “When…”
    “You blacked out a bit. Things will
    get disorienting here. You need to
    accept that.
    Accept my dominance over you and
    play no games.” Her hand went
    below the water, her fingers rippling
    along his cock, wrapping around him.
    “Dona—”
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    “I’m going to make you suffer.” Her
    eyes held him, stilled the words in
    his throat.
    “You have no choice in that. I’ll
    make it so much worse if you try to
    fuck with my head.
    Now…” She let him go and allowed
    the tether to drop so he felt the weight
    of it pull against his cock as the