Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) by Lila Dubois Read Free Book Online Page B

but, as your Dom, what you need is my first priority, so if you need to be harshly gagged, I will do so.”
    Was he really saying he’d done this for her? Addie looked up at him, trying to find the mocking, the joke, but it wasn’t there. He was serious.
    “Stand. Spread your legs.”
    Shakily, Addie obeyed.
    “Now lift your arms, keep your elbows bent, upper arms parallel with the floor.”
    Addie held up her arms, in a position that made her feel as if she was being robbed, as Lane attached cuffs to her wrists. The cuffs were attached to a loop of rope connected to the top of the bedposts. Once they were attached, he grabbed the dangling end of the rope and pulled, drawing up the slack.
    “Try to drop your arms.”
    When she relaxed, her arms dropped no more than an inch. Next, Lane knelt, tapped the inside of her knee until she spread each leg another two inches, then drew up the slack in those ropes.
    He stepped back, arms hooked across his chest, and examined her. Addie saw SJ, kneeling off to the right, a big-lensed camera pressed to her eye. Addie turned her face away.
    “I think it’s finally time to inspect my newest sub.”
    Addie closed her eyes and focused on breathing, just breathing. She wanted this gag out of her mouth. She hated it—hated that she couldn’t talk, hated that she couldn’t not think about it.
    Cold touched her shoulder. Addie opened her eyes to see the flat of a knife against her upper arm. She jerked in her ropes, eyes wide. She looked to Lane and shook her head. What was he doing with that?
    Lane hooked a finger under the center of her bra, drawing it away from her breastbone. With a flick of the knife, he cut the fabric. The cups of the bra clung to her breasts until he sliced through the top of each cup, just below the little circle that connected it to the straps.
    Her bra fell away, leaving her bare to the waist.
    Addie sucked in a breath, but Lane didn’t even look at her breasts. Instead, he dropped to one knee, pulled her panties from her right hip and slit them. He repeated the process at her left side, then pinched the crotch, fingers brushing her clit, and pulled them out from under her garter belt, tossing them over his shoulder.
    Dropping the knife, Lane looked up her body, gaze lingering on each breast, on her beaded nipples. Addie’s breathing was coming quick and hard. She was sure that, kneeling with his head at her crotch, Lane could smell her pussy, see how aroused she was.
    His gaze shifted from her breasts to her sex. He touched the strip of dark hair over the top of her sex. “Did you do this in preparation, or do you keep it like this?”
    She glared down at him, watched him smile as he remembered she couldn’t answer. His gaze never left her sex.
    “I guess I’ll have to wait to find out.”
    Palms on her hipbones, he stroked the naked lips of her sex with his thumbs and Addie nearly came. She was ready, so ready. The bondage, the hated gag, the knife- removal of the clothes—if someone had told her about them she would have said they were horrible, never guessing she’d enjoy them the way she was.
    Lane parted the lips of her sex. Cold air touched her clit. “You have a beautiful pussy, a beautiful clit. You’re very wet, very aroused. That means that everything I’ve done to you, including denying you an orgasm earlier, has aroused you.”
    He ducked lower between her legs, opening her farther. The tips of his thumbs slid into the opening to her sex.
    Addie arched forward, bumping her pussy into his head.
    “That’s it, good girl.”
    Lane stood, his fingers leaving her sex, and Addie started to scream through the gag in frustration, but then his thumbs, wet with her own slick juices, rubbed her nipples.
    Addie arched her back, shocked by how acute the sensation was. Lane pinched a nipple with each hand and pulled, the slick, wet buds sliding out of his grasp. He repeated the motion, pinching harder, pulling harder, distending them farther before