HIS DOE HIS DAMNATION (by Vivienne) novel Chapter 166

CHAPTER 0166

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CHAPTER 0166

Meadow’s POV:

My lips parted, but no sound came out. Alaric cocked a brow, waiting for my response. The look in his eyes dared me to refuse. To back down.

But I didn’t.

I wouldn’t.

I could take it, and I was going to take it.

Alaric’s fingers brushed over the side of my wrist right before he fastened the second cuff, lifting me a bit higher until my feet weren’t even touching the floor anymore. I was at eye–level with him now, my nipples were hard, tight against the fabric of my bra.

His gaze dropped to my boobs and back to my eyes. “I’m waiting, baby.”

For a second, my brows drew together in confusion, but then I remembered. He wanted me to pick a safe word. My teeth came down on my bottom lip and Alaric’s jaw clenched. He leaned in, swiping his tongue along my lower lip and making me melt. But then, he tugged it out with his teeth, nibbling on my lip with a precision that made me want to reach for him and pull him closer.

But I couldn’t. Because my hands were tied, literally. I moaned in frustration. “This isn’t fair,” I complained when he pulled away from me, yelping as he delivered a spank to my ass.

His head tilted slightly. “Punishments aren’t meant to be fair, doe. Now, spread those legs for me or I’ll do it myself.”

My thighs rubbed together involuntarily, seeking friction of their own. Alaric’s brow went up when he noticed.

“You’re going to render me helpless?” I breathed.

“Are you complaining?” His gaze dropped to my hard nipples. “Doesn’t look like you are.”

I started to roll my eyes but the hard stare he gave me stopped me.

“The more you complain, the more you don’t get what you want,” he whispered, running a hand through my hair. Underneath the red hue, everything about this seemed so… dangerous.

Sinful.

“Safe word, Meadow,” Alaric said. “Or I’ll give you one of my own, and I promise you, this time you won’t be able to remember what it is.” His voice was stern, but the look in his eyes let me know that he was only joking.

I decided to play along. “Give me one then,” I whispered. “You know I love it when you speak German to me.” I let my eyes fall to his mouth and I bit down on my bottom lip again.

Alaric clenched his jaw. I was being naughty again, but I couldn’t help it.

Seeing him lose control over me was one thing I would never be able to get enough of.

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CHAPTER 0166

He didn’t say another word to me, he just got on his knees and reached for one of my ankles.

And then he pulled it to one end of the cross.

“You want to be a brat,” he said calmly, and a shiver racked through my spine as I felt the padded leather cuff around my ankle. “So I’ll treat you like one.”

“Alaric”

“Safe word, Meadow.”

I swallowed hard. Alaric pulled my other ankle and secured the second cuff, and now I was fully spread on the cross, body offered up to him like I was some sort of sacrifice. My skin heated up as he rose to his feet, slowly- very slow–dragging his dark gaze up my lace–clad body. When his eyes met mine, his lips curved wickedly.

I sucked in a breath, but I still refused to pick a safe word. Instead, I said: “Do your worst.”

An expression I couldn’t read flashed in his eyes. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, stepping closer to me. His tattooed arm flexed as he raised his hand, brushing it lightly against my cheek. So light that my eyelids fluttered. “You still don’t get it, do you? I’m not going to do my worst.” He paused, glancing to the left for a second before returning his gaze to me. “I’m going to do just enough to make you beg for more.”

An involuntary whimper escaped my lips.

“Such an angelic sound,” he murmured. “I hope to hear more of that tonight.”

Without another word, Alaric walked away from me, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he moved. I tugged on the cuffs, knowing that they wouldn’t give way but still doing it anyway.

He moved toward the wall, where a black iron grid stuck, and hanging from it were a bunch of… instruments. More chains.

But that wasn’t what he reached for. He opened a drawer, and my stomach tightened as I wondered what he wanted to bring out. I was completely helpless against the restraints, bared to him, only for him to do whatever he wanted with me.

Seconds later, he returned, holding something in his hand. A few things, actually.

“What’s that?” I breathed, narrowing my gaze at his hand as I tried to figure out what they were.

“You’ll find out,” he replied huskily.

The next thing Alaric did was to reach for my boobs and tug down the fabric of my bra until it was beneath the flesh. He moved so quickly that I was surprised he didn’t rip it off my chest.

And then, I realized what the items were.

“Alaric…” I trailed off with a whimper.

Nipple clamps. That’s what was in his hand all along.

“Shhh,” he shushed me, and without another word, attached them to my nipples.

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Something between a hiss and a sob escaped my mouth and my back arched, pushing my breasts more in front of his face.

“Does it hurt?” Alaric asked, voice low and silky.

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