Honor Bound by Joey Hill (speld decodable readers .txt) 📕

Whether with sass and fire or soft entreaties, or tentative trust, she responded. And whether or not she realized it, by responding as a submissive, she was responding as the unwounded spirit he knew still lay within her.

It was a cynical world, one that had long ago abandoned love-at-first-sight to the very young and foolish. But his gut didn’t lie to him, and her response to him told him he was right. It connected to things down deep in both their souls; he was sure of it. If she’d come back whole, he would have pursued her surrender as fiercely as he was doing now.

Could he convince her of that, in less than forty-eight hours?

By the time he let Dana out of the tub, she was very clean and completely mindless.

Since she had to clutch his shirt for balance as he walked her backward into the bedroom, she eagerly traced the way his waist muscles shifted with the movement, his abdomen tensing with self-restraint. When he left her standing in the middle of the room, he squeezed her hands, held on to them to the full reach of their arms before regretfully letting her go. It might be how aroused she was, but as she listened to him rustle in the closet, Dana actually felt as if he might be seeing a beautiful submissive standing in the center of his bedroom, her ass cocked in a provocative manner, the slim line of spine and nape so tempting, particularly with his collar still on her throat. He hadn’t yet taken it off, and she didn’t want him to do so.

She still wore his toy, though he’d added a harness to hold it in place. The dual vibrator changed speeds and sensations frequently, keeping her at a high peak. If his intent was to prepare her for tonight, she was ready. Hell, at this point, she might do a whole football team, if it meant Peter’s cock would slide into her at the end, bringing her home inside herself.

The unexpected thought brought a lurch of emotion.

“Come stand over here, by the bed.” When he got her there, he sat down on it, trapping her between his knees, settling his hands on her hips. That mere touch made her moan, thrust toward him shamelessly. He kneaded her buttocks, soothing and stirring at once.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so hot for me now, aren’t you?” Spreading his fingers, he tapped on the anal plug, making her grab hold of him for balance. “Tonight there are a couple things I want you to do for me. One, accept that you’re beautiful. No hunching over, hiding yourself. Second, remember that you can trust me completely. I promise I’ll keep you safe. There will be nothing for you to fear. All right?”

Though she jerked her head in a nod, she couldn’t help the frisson of worry that shivered across her skin. His hands tightened on her. “I know it’s going to be difficult. Which is why I think an additional training aid is necessary to focus your mind where it should be focused.”

His hands left her as he picked something up. “We talked about this, that first night. I’m going to wrap you in a physical reminder of your Master’s protection, my demand for your obedience to my will.”

The stiff satin caressed her flesh, laces feathering across her skin.

A corset.

. . . keeping her straight and proud, knowing she’s got nothing to worry about. Becauseshe’s mine.

“You liked that idea, wanted it bad. I could tell, enough that I wished I’d had one around that night. I even started a letter that would give you a play-by-play of how I’d lace you into one, but two paragraphs in, I was so hard I knew I couldn’t finish it without embarrassing myself. This one isn’t as custom fitted as I like, but we’ll get you one that is soon. Lift your arms over your head.”

Dana didn’t think she could get more aroused, but the constriction of a corset made the impossible possible. As he wrapped it around her and began hooking it down the front, his knuckles teased her breasts. Clear desire trickled over her thighs, earning an approving growl from him. He took his time, as he had earlier with the fondling and suckling of her breasts, working his way down, finishing mere inches above her pubic bone. Then he turned her and went to work on the laces.

He told her the strapless corset was a copper color. As he tightened the laces, her breasts were bound and displayed at once, in that high pillow-top way that men found irresistible.

Risking punishment, she lowered one hand to feel it, and suppressed a smile when he grunted a rebuke, one with a growl of lust in it. She raised the hand again. She couldn’t stop herself from responding to his every touch. Her enhanced sense of taste and smell made it worse. If he grazed her breast, she arched. If he slid a palm over her buttock, she pushed back into his hand, wishing she could grind down on him. Every lacing made her feel more restrained, and his, at once, and damned if he wasn’t right. Being encased in it lifted her body, straightened her spine, made her feel as if she could do anything.

Including be beautiful. Her Master would cherish her, keep her from harm.

A long time ago, she’d wished for one night of a fairy tale. She’d gotten her desire, but she wondered if tonight would truly be the answer to her dreams, in the gods’ sometimes tragic way of granting wishes. It didn’t matter; she’d take it.

Let me be lost in this, if only for tonight. Forget everything else and believe I can see. She could already imagine how he looked in every detail. Somehow she knew his every

expression, though she hadn’t had the opportunity to see many. Maybe it was because she’d fantasized so much about him, all those many months. But she wanted