His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

Release date : Available now (purchase link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

“What are you doing?” Kiara gasped uneasily as she attempted to struggle, and free her wrist from my unyielding grip.

I unlocked, and opened the door leading down to my subterranean chambers. When I dragged her unwillingly through the doorway, she began to struggle in earnest, and I threw the heavy door shut with a savage thud, before inserting the key, and locking it to ensure there was no way for her to escape.

“Teaching you a lesson,” I growled impatiently. My temper was climbing rapidly with her increasing efforts to extract her wrist from my grip.

“A lesson for what?” she squealed challengingly. “What sort of lesson?” she added in an anxiously tight whisper. Her free hand grasped the railing on one side of the stairs, resisting the pull of my hand clasped tightly around her trapped wrist to descend the concrete steps.

Without hesitation, I turned on the lower step, and yanked hard on her wrist, throwing her off balance, and straight over my shoulder. My arms banded around her thrashing legs to prevent a wayward knee, or foot, from connecting in a place that will only serve to increase the level of my anger with her, while she pummeled my back with a volley of fists, and screamed in escalating fear.

“I do not require---nor do I want---anyone to leap to my defense.” Her fists were buffeting against my back with little to no effect, while I descended the steps. The exertion of her struggles only resulted in her breathing heavily over my shoulder.

With unhurried strides, I approached my own private room, unlocked the door, and slammed it shut behind me, before engaging the lock. Then, I abruptly, and unceremoniously dropped her to her feet, and she scurried away from me with a wary look in her eye.

When she curiously investigated her surroundings, she sucked in a startled breath, and her eyes widened in horror at the various implements adorning the walls.

“What in the fuck is this place---some sort of a torture chamber?” She visibly shrunk from the aggressive look I flicked her way.

“Torture chamber? This is my playroom, Kiara.” I walked over to my selection of whips hanging neatly along the wall, and lovingly caressed them with one hand, until I stopped at an assortment of floggers, and chose a basic one for her punishment. “But sometimes,” her eyes widened further when her gaze locked onto the flogger I was caressing in my hands. “It doubles as a room for corrective punishment---or torture if that’s what you prefer to call it,” I chuckled quietly.

She backed away as far to the other side of the room, as possible. I approached the padded table positioned in the middle of the room, and casually laid the flogger down to slowly roll up my sleeves.

“Although---perhaps one day---I will demonstrate the difference between the two---Now---it’s time to remove your clothes.” I granted her the opportunity to commence, but she made no effort to begin. When I saw her eyes flick quickly in the direction of the locked door, I lost all patience.

“There is no means of escape---either you remove your clothes, or I will---and believe me, Kiara---if I have to remove them, you will not be afforded the comfort of wearing anything at all when you leave---they will merely resemble strips of cloth when I am finished with them.” She made a snap decision to bolt for the locked door, and I easily captured her around her waist. She was kicking, and screaming, while I dragged her to the table, and forced her face down along the padded top.

Her struggles were no match for my strength, and within minutes, her wrists were cuffed at the top of the table, securing her in place, while she tried to lunge her frantic kicks to land a blow.

I secured her flailing limbs, one by one, with the straps attached to the legs, trying to maintain control of my surging anger.

Her flimsy blouse was no match for the strength of my fingers, and I heard her gasp in dismay when I tore the garment in half down her back.

“I warned you.” I ripped the straps from her shoulders, and pulled, easily separating the front of her blouse from the buttons that were holding the two halves together beneath her, before dropping the remnants to the floor.

Her skirt offered no more resistance than her blouse, and I dropped the shredded fragments down to join the pieces already littering the floor, before I tore her lacy panties away, and discarded them. With perverse pleasure, I pulled my pocket knife out of my back pocket.

“Hold still, Kiara,” I leaned over her squirming body, and held it up in front of her face. “The point on this blade is extremely sharp---the risk of injury is a very real one.” She stiffened with fear, while I deftly slipped the blade beneath the straps of the bra at her shoulders, and sliced through them, one at a time, before severing the clasp at her back, and ripping it out from beneath her.

Picking up the flogger, I ran my fingers through the leather, contemplating where I was going to land the first strike.

Decision made, I raised my arm, and landed a blow to the lower curve of her right buttock. She cried out in pain, and tensed, which only served to enhance the sting of the next blow in almost the same area.

“This will teach you not to use MY name to spitefully incite fear by way of suggesting my imminent presence to someone who you are aware, has a very low opinion of me,” I snarled.

I alternated several blows in succession across both sides of her ass, and her tearful sobs echoed throughout the room.Before I allowed my anger to take control, I dropped the flogger to the floor, while her restrained body shook with her wailing.

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