Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) Read Online Free Page A

his spine. He reached for the call light only to cry out as the man of his nightmares suddenly appeared at his bedside. Obscenely tall and outweighing Micah by nearly a hundred pounds with the skin the color of cream, a man he only knew as Leland, wrapped his hambone of a hand around Micah’s arm hard enough to send shards of agonizing pain up to his shoulder. His breath released in a hiss.
     
    “Let go. I’ll scream.” He blanched when the man chuckled and twisted his grip. The pain intensified until he couldn’t contain his agony and moaned.
     
    Leland moved closer, bending at the waist to speak into Micah’s ear. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve screamed for ole Leland, now would it? You screamed nice and loud when I buried ma’ cock deep in your little black ass.”
     
    Struggling despite the pain, he tried to free himself, refusing to be the victim again.
     
    “Enough.” After shutting and locking the door behind her, she stepped up next to the bed. His hope of never seeing the woman he’d been foolish enough to leave the club with vanished. He knew her as nothing more than Mistress. At first she’d reminded him so much of his beloved Mistress, with her dark hair and ivory skin. She even wore a similar scent to Olivia’s. He’d hoped by going home with her and her submissive, she’d replace the ghost of his former lovers and he’d be able to recapture the connection he’d felt in their bed.
     
    “Mistress, please…” Leland straightened. The flash of pleading lust flickering across his face had panic building in Micah’s system.
     
    “Not now, lover.” She cocked her hip against the railing of the bed. “You can play with him later. Right now, we need to remedy your mistake.” Holding up a shiny red PVC collar by its o-ring with one finger, the woman leaned forward until her nose was inches from his. “You forgot your collar, my boy.”
     
    Anger pushed past his fear. He pressed his head back against the pillows. “No way in hell. I didn’t wear a permanent collar for my other mistress and I’ll be damned if I wear one now. I’m not yours!”
     
    She merely arched an eyebrow at him and straightened. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider, little boy? I heard your former mistress has a permanent slave now. She has no place in her life for you other than as a toy.” Trailing a finger up his sheet covered chest, she lifted his chin with her fingertip. “We want you. All you have to do is accept my collar and you can enjoy what we gave you every night…”
     
    Disbelief added to his mounting fury. The bitch actually though he’d enjoy Leland’s abuse? Was she fucking insane? “Lady, you’ve got a screw loose if you think I wanted him to fuck my ass. It was my one hard limit.”
     
    She pursed her lips. “I’ll admit he was a bit rougher than he probably needed to be. You told us you’d had experience with anal before, so I don’t know why you put up such a fuss. Either way I never intended him to hurt you this badly.” She cast a dark look in Leland’s direction. “He was punished for hurting you in such a way you needed medical attention. He knows better.”
     
    The man lowered his head as if in shame, but his gaze caught Micah’s. No matter what his mistress said Leland wasn’t sorry – he’d enjoyed hurting him and Micah knew it.
     
    “Believe me, we can do this the easy way or hard. It’s up to you.” Her promise jerked his attention back to the collar in her hand. “Either way, this is going around that luscious throat of yours. I will not have another Domme sniffing around what I consider mine. That bitch in Chicago let you go. Her loss is my gain.” She lifted the collar as if to slide it around his throat.
     
    “No.” Jerking his head away, he tried to block her with his good arm – the without the IV in it.
     
    She sighed. “Leland, convince the boy it’s in his best interest to accept my collar.”
     
    “Gladly, Mistress.”