His Word...Detraction (Excerpt)

Thought I'd give you another little excerpt to read from my current work in progress. This is unedited, and may be subject to change, but I just couldn't resist teasing you a little.

His Word...Detraction

Book Two

The Shattered Series

EXCERPT...

Nathan Buchanan

Skyler was already prepared and waiting down in my chamber of sins when the doorbell sounded. I glanced down at my watch as I strode to the front door. Exactly on time. I gripped the handle and yanked the door open to find Kiara standing, dressed the way she was instructed, with her head bowed, on the other side.

“Good girl,” I praised as I stepped to one side. Have to give credit where credit is due. “Take your position.”

Kiara walked past me, and made her way over the base of the staircase, her six-inch stiletto heels click-clacking on the highly polished, Italian floor tiles until she came to a stop. She folded her arms behind her back, each hand wrapped around the opposite forearm, then smoothly and elegantly lowered down to her knees. She’s been practicing. I was impressed.

Kiara parted her knees wider than the width of her body, leaving her perfect pussy on display, with her pert, rounded ass balanced on the top of her thin heels. After I closed the door, I walked over to conduct my inspection.

In a slow circle, I walked around her, taking stock. Her black, under-bust corset, made from a combination of PVC and lace, propped up her rounded breasts into perfect, soft mounds. The PVC had been shone to perfection; from the straps over her bony shoulders, to the pointed tips that hugged down each side of her torso, ending just above her belly button, and the one-inch strip that ran around the top, encircling her back.

The rounded leather crisscrossed at the front from the bottom, up, through each silver eyelet which held both sides together, leaving about an inch of her porcelain skin as a delightful temptation to the tiny bow tied at the top, between her breasts. The high cut over her hips, edged with a lace frill, accentuated her shape, and displayed the figure-hugging, lace garter belt. Each strap of the garter pulled the lower half of it into a point, exactly down the middle of her upper thighs, where it was secured to the lace top of her standalone fishnets. Her back was straight, her head held firm, and her eyes were focused on the floor. My eyes dropped down to her pussy. It looked freshly shaved, and smooth. Let’s see, shall we?

I crouched down, balancing one half of my own ass on my heel before I reached out with a finger. If her pussy didn’t pass my finger test, she’d be in for a world of hurt. I touched the tip against the top of her mound and slowly moved it down to the top of her slit. I continued down one side of her bare lips before I moved up the other. A final sweep down one side of her thigh crease, and up the other, left me in no doubt that she must have shaved that delightful pussy of hers right before she drove over. Not a single prickle was felt with the tip of my finger. She had much more potential than I’d originally thought when I’d begun her training.

“Stand,” I demanded as I stood back up. Kiara gracefully got to her feet, with her arms still around her back. “Come,” I barked before I spun on my heel and strode over to the door leading down to my subterranean chambers.

Once I’d unlocked the door, I stood off to one side to allow Kiara through. She stopped and waited on the third step until I’d re-locked it. I squeezed past her and continued down the stairs, with Kiara following, the clip-clop of her heels echoing and bouncing off the concrete walls. Not a single word was spoken. She’s coming along nicely.

The closer I got to my private chamber, the more my cock pulsed. It was as hard as a rock by the time I reached for the door handle. With a quick glance in Kiara’s direction, I noticed her eyes remained glued to the polished concrete floor. With a grin beginning to stretch my lips, I shoved the heavy door open with a nudge from one shoulder.

As Kiara took a step to enter my chamber, Skyler moaned. Kiara’s eyes flitted upward. When her step faltered, I narrowed my eyes. Hers focused on a naked Skyler at the far side of my playroom, bound to a piece of equipment I’d had custom made.

Industrial metal piping formed an upright rectangle at one end, connected to a jutting, square metal base that was bolted to the floor at all four points at the base. The same piping ran along the floor to form a square, with square metal plates at each interconnecting corner, with an exact replica of the metal base bolted through the concrete.

A third of the way up the uprights, another square of piping jutted out at ninety degrees, which housed a square black, padded seat, with the same dimensions as the piping along the ground. It was just large enough for Skyler’s ass and lower back to be resting on.

At a forty-five-degree angle attached to the back of the apparatus, a small rectangle of black padding offered Skyler’s upper back some form of support. Just below each corner of the upright rectangle, and just above the padded seat, steel, U-bolt type fasteners had been welded around the piping to the outside, with a hole large enough through the metal for rope to be threaded through a number of times.

Skyler was currently on intimate display. Her legs had been spread wide, and pushed toward her head, fastened at her ankles with several loops of rope which ran through the metal holes before it had been tied off. Rope surrounded her knees in the same manner, with them bound even tighter so her knees were bent, to the metal restraints at either side in line with her breasts.

Her arms were raised, and her wrists were tied to the upright metal piping, just below the fasteners. She had her hands curled above the metal piping. She currently had a metal chain connected to the two clover clamps I’d applied to her nipples, in her mouth, pulling her tortured nipples up.

She’d been like that for the past half an hour while I waited for Kiara to arrive. There was no doubt in my mind that the pain in her nipples were causing her moans. My cock lurched in the front of my trousers, and I couldn’t wait to get started.

Raising one hand, I landed a sharp, hard smack to Kiara’s ass. She jumped forward, and for a moment, she forgot just who I was. She pinned me with narrowed eyes, anger flaring from her irises. That’s just earned you a whipping, slut.

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