Uncovering You: The Complete Series (Mega Box Set)

by Edwards, Scarlett

  He leans closer. His face hovers an inch above mine. “A queen,” he whispers, “but first, a slave.”

  Then he bares his teeth and scrapes a long, hard line up my arm. I flinch away. He catches my trap and bites down. I cry out in pain. It’s so sensitive!

  He pulls up away before letting go. My tears flow freely.

  “Get up,” he tells me. “Stand, and hold onto the pole.” His eyes go to the one on the left of the bed. “That one.”

  He lifts off. I don’t move right away—I’m terrified.

  Why, why, why?

  “NOW!” he yells.

  His voice is like a thunderclap. It jolts me into action.

  I jump up and put bare feet on the cold stone floor. I walk forward and take hold of the iron bar.

  I notice, for the first time, there are shackles hanging from it.

  Alastair comes up to me without a word. Calmly, he reaches up and places one shackle around my wrist. It’s heavy and cold. The edge cuts into my skin.

  He clamps it shut. Then he does the same with the second one.

  “Comfortable?” he sneers. I know he doesn’t expect an answer.

  He runs a finger down my spine, from the back of my neck down to my buttocks. He grabs the flesh.

  “You feel good, Dani.”

  He spanks me.

  It’s just one slap. But it causes a cascade of realization to rip through me.

  I see how helpless I am. How vulnerable. How completely out of my depths and completely under his control.

  I start to cry.

  Alastair walks to the front. He leans close and cups my chin in his hand.

  “Right now, I’m Sylvain,” he whispers. “This is your only chance. If you want me to stop, say so now. Otherwise…” his eyes roam the room, “our night has just begun.”

  I take a series of short, gasping breaths. My tongue is glued to the top of my mouth.

  I cannot speak.

  Sylvain waits… and straightens. He is Alastair once more.

  “Good girl.” He picks the whip up. “Now, stick your ass out. Every word you utter in this tower earns you one lashing. I’ve kept count.”

  His voice takes on a deeply sadistic quality. “There have been seventeen.”

  Chapter Twenty

  In my own bed, on freshly-pressed sheets, my backside burns. My entire body is sore and hurting.

  And yet I do not cry. I left all my tears with Alastair.

  When I wake up in the middle of the night on a sudden spasm, dreaming I’m back in the Black Tower, being punished by him… I do not cry.

  No, all my tears have dried out. And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t know what dark, deranged, twisted part of my psyche being Alastair’s appeals to… but I do know that I want more.

  I crave more. I crave the punishment. I need it. I deserve it.

  Where else am I going to find my soul but in the deepest pits of despair? Who else is going to show me, teach me, how much I’m able to endure, but Sylvain Alastair?

  Who else is going to bring me to the promised heights of pleasure but he?

  And so I stand, on legs barely able to hold me.

  I walk over to the desk.

  And I sign the contract.

  Epilogue

  “Why are you here?” he asks me. He strokes my cheek.

  “Because I disobeyed you,” I say.

  “That’s right, my lovely. His hand tightens on my neck. He jerks my head up into a frightfully painful position.

  I’m so vulnerable.

  “And how long will you remain?”

  I whimper at the pain cascading down my spine. “I don’t know,” I whisper.

  The chains that hold me just inches from the floor dig into the flesh of my arms. Alastair runs a hand down them, then brings that same hand over my naked body. He lets it roam from my shoulder, down my arm, then over my breasts. He stops it at my pussy and presses two fingers to it.

  I gasp.

  “Oh,” he says softly. “I think that you do.” He thrusts those fingers in and explores my depths. “I think you know exactly how long you’re going to be here... Dani.”

  I start to cry. I hate it when he uses that name.

  “Please,” I say. “Please—”

  His fingers move faster, harder, in sharp, painful jabs.

  “Please what, Dani?” he presses. “Please what?”

  “Please,” I say. “Please don’t stop!”

  “Gah!” he growls, and rips the fingers away.

  I sway forward and droop down, body shaking, pleasure lost. The cold, dark chamber surrounds me.

  “It’s a good thing I am so bewitched by you,” he says. He walks over to the hanging whip. He picks it up and strokes its length before me.

  “Now,” he says. “You know what each word grants you.”

  I close my eyes, and, trembling, I start to sob.

  The End.

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  November 2015