Her Godfather: A Dark Romance (With FREE Bonus Book: Trapped In His World) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Stella Noir, Roxy Sinclaire
anticipate pleasure from a man, but she would soon learn that it could be very pleasurable. If only she would relax.
Rhonda stayed in bed for much of the day, trying to come to grips with the situation she found herself in. The simple life with her parents seemed so far away now. Instead, she felt like a prisoner who was expected to allow her master to do anything he wanted to her. She honestly didn’t think that she could endure another episode like yesterday. Joel kept speaking of pleasure, but there was no pleasure in being tied up and torn asunder.
Rhonda was up early the following morning, having spent much of the previous day sleeping. She dressed and started downstairs, hoping to get her breakfast before Joel got up. Her shoulders dropped when she found him already sitting at the table. She refused to meet his eyes as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I am glad to see that you are up early. We have a lot to learn today. If you cooperate with me perhaps I will allow you to feel the pleasure that I told you about.”
Rhonda’s appetite was ruined. She dreaded what the day held. She hated this man, but for now she could find no way to escape him. He had not yet even allowed her the weekly allowance that her parents had meant for her. She had no money, and no way to make it on her own. She silently cursed the situation she found herself in, but she vowed that one day she would escape Joel’s cruel prison and make a life for herself.
Joel watched as she picked at her food before finally pushing the plate away. He knew that she would later regret not eating, but she would soon learn. He grabbed her by the hand and began to lead her upstairs. She expected him to take her to his bedroom, but when they reached the landing he turned in another direction. She watched as he took out his keys and opened the door to a room filled with strange objects.
Rhonda’s eyes were wide as she took in the room. She had no idea what kind of room this was, but to her it looked like some type of torture chamber. The room contained no windows, and there was black paint on the walls. A small light on top of a chest gave off a blue glow, but there was no other light in the room. Fear hit her square in the face when she looked around her, not knowing what was about to happen. As he did yesterday, Joel locked the door behind them, preventing her from running.
“Now, I want to watch you take off your clothes,” he said.
Rhonda stood still, refusing to give in to his demands.
“We can do it the way we did the first day, but I fear that you will soon run out of clothes if I keep cutting them off of you. Then you would have to run around the house naked. I personally would not mind that, but it might prove to be a bit of a discomfort for you. So if you value your wardrobe, take off your clothes.”
Rhonda cursed under her breath, a habit she rarely took advantage of until lately. She knew that Joel was just cruel enough to carry out his threat if she didn’t obey him. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor. She struggled with the hooks of her bra, but she finally managed to let her breasts spring free. She refused to look Joel in the eyes as she removed her pants and underpants. Finally, she was naked, standing defiantly in front of him. He might have his way with her, but she would be damned if she would make it fun for him. Surely he would soon tire of a cold fish and leave her alone.
Joel licked his lips in anticipation. Today he would prove to Rhonda that she could have pleasure too. He took her by the hand and led her to a funny looking contraption, something that resembled a bed, but was round and covered in padding and satin. She did not fail to notice the cuffs that were positioned in four separate places on the contraption. She assumed these were to secure her to the board.
“Lie down and let me fasten these on. You will soon understand why they are here,” Joel said.
Knowing better than to try and
Rhonda stayed in bed for much of the day, trying to come to grips with the situation she found herself in. The simple life with her parents seemed so far away now. Instead, she felt like a prisoner who was expected to allow her master to do anything he wanted to her. She honestly didn’t think that she could endure another episode like yesterday. Joel kept speaking of pleasure, but there was no pleasure in being tied up and torn asunder.
Rhonda was up early the following morning, having spent much of the previous day sleeping. She dressed and started downstairs, hoping to get her breakfast before Joel got up. Her shoulders dropped when she found him already sitting at the table. She refused to meet his eyes as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I am glad to see that you are up early. We have a lot to learn today. If you cooperate with me perhaps I will allow you to feel the pleasure that I told you about.”
Rhonda’s appetite was ruined. She dreaded what the day held. She hated this man, but for now she could find no way to escape him. He had not yet even allowed her the weekly allowance that her parents had meant for her. She had no money, and no way to make it on her own. She silently cursed the situation she found herself in, but she vowed that one day she would escape Joel’s cruel prison and make a life for herself.
Joel watched as she picked at her food before finally pushing the plate away. He knew that she would later regret not eating, but she would soon learn. He grabbed her by the hand and began to lead her upstairs. She expected him to take her to his bedroom, but when they reached the landing he turned in another direction. She watched as he took out his keys and opened the door to a room filled with strange objects.
Rhonda’s eyes were wide as she took in the room. She had no idea what kind of room this was, but to her it looked like some type of torture chamber. The room contained no windows, and there was black paint on the walls. A small light on top of a chest gave off a blue glow, but there was no other light in the room. Fear hit her square in the face when she looked around her, not knowing what was about to happen. As he did yesterday, Joel locked the door behind them, preventing her from running.
“Now, I want to watch you take off your clothes,” he said.
Rhonda stood still, refusing to give in to his demands.
“We can do it the way we did the first day, but I fear that you will soon run out of clothes if I keep cutting them off of you. Then you would have to run around the house naked. I personally would not mind that, but it might prove to be a bit of a discomfort for you. So if you value your wardrobe, take off your clothes.”
Rhonda cursed under her breath, a habit she rarely took advantage of until lately. She knew that Joel was just cruel enough to carry out his threat if she didn’t obey him. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor. She struggled with the hooks of her bra, but she finally managed to let her breasts spring free. She refused to look Joel in the eyes as she removed her pants and underpants. Finally, she was naked, standing defiantly in front of him. He might have his way with her, but she would be damned if she would make it fun for him. Surely he would soon tire of a cold fish and leave her alone.
Joel licked his lips in anticipation. Today he would prove to Rhonda that she could have pleasure too. He took her by the hand and led her to a funny looking contraption, something that resembled a bed, but was round and covered in padding and satin. She did not fail to notice the cuffs that were positioned in four separate places on the contraption. She assumed these were to secure her to the board.
“Lie down and let me fasten these on. You will soon understand why they are here,” Joel said.
Knowing better than to try and
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