Novel Ships
Are You Ready?
She was stunned as she opened pages upon pages, reading, ‘I’m a dead man.’ That frightened her. He had once told her that he doesn’t have much time to live. Does he have an incurable disease? Has he been told by the doctor that he had only a few months left to live? Why would he write seven pages stating that he’s a dead man? Why does he look very anxious?
She had a million questions popping up in her mind, she then placed the cup of coffee down gently and walked over to the door. She could hear some hard grunts and groaning. She had been with him for more than a year and she had never seen him in this way.
She was well aware of his childhood experiences now so she knew where he was coming from. She opened the door of the BDSM room and saw that everywhere was deep black.
“Mr. Ragnar… Mr. Ragnar,” she called as she stretched her hands forth as a guide lest she uses her head to hit an hard object.
Everywhere was as quiet as graveyard. She could only heart her heartbeat and of course, her footstep.
She kept moving aimlessly, wondering why he would turn off the light here and make it this dark. The darkness was so scary that it gives one the illusion that one may actually be blind.
“Mr. Ragnar…”
“I love the dark…” His voice was hoarse and thick. But even more, it was filled with agony and misery.
“It’s okay, sir…” She said. “I want to be your light in this darkness.”
The response she got from him was a thick grunt, as if he wasn’t pleased with that statement. She was able to trace where he was in the dark by the sound of his voice. She collided into him without knowing and hence, quickly adjusted back.
He suddenly grabbed her by the arms and held her arms tightly as if he would break it, “I want death!” He mumbled.
The pain surging through her arms was so unbearable that she had to speak up, “it hurts! It hurts!”
Only then did he let her go, “No. You do not deserve death, Mr. Ragnar.”
“I do.” His response was swift.
“No. You did not. You may feel like no one cares about you but I do.” She said and held his hand gently. He removed his hand swiftly from her grip as though he was scared but he wasn’t scared, he just hate to be touched.
“Leave woman!” He commanded.
“No! I won’t.” Her response was swift. “I know you are used to darkness but light is enjoyable too. You deserve all the good things life has to offer.” Apart from the fact that he was the father of her children, she also have a strong feeling of love and care to him. To be honest, she didn’t know how it developed, was it because he saved Birdie from drowning despite being heartless or because he saved her children from Alex’s kidnap? Or did she find herself falling for him because he had sent Ottar and his men to save her when Ivan kidnapped her or was it just because he was the father of her children?
She can’t say, she didn’t know. She only knew that as days passed after days, she found herself thinking about his good side rather than his bad side. She found herself falling for someone other people would not dare to.
She held his hand again but he swiftly removed his hand and said in a loud voice, “stop touching me!”
His shouts made her jerk back but she moved closer to him again, savoring the sweet scent of his body. “I’m just a woman, I won’t hurt you.”
He carried her in his arms like a father would carry a child then turned on the light, he then began to carry her to the door that leads outside of the BDSM room. When it dawned on her that he was about throwing her away, she spoke up, “I want it!”
This time, he was almost at the exit. He paused and asked, “want what?”
“Everything in this room. I want it now.” She said. He processed her word for a second and dropped her. The BDSM room was now bright.
“It can be painful.” He said icily.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m ready for it.” She said and for the first time, the extreme darkness in his eyes seems to fade away but only for a few seconds.
“Don’t regret it. Once we start, no going back.” He said.
“I am ready for it, Mr. Ragnar,” she said determinedly eventhough she didn’t know what to expect. She had little or no knowledge about it but if it pleasures him, if it will help him ease the burden on him then she will do it.
“Take off your clothes, I want to see you naked.” He commanded.
She took off her clothes slowly and was left with only pant and bra.
“Everything.” He said. “I want you to remove everything.”
Aren’t they husband and wife? Why does it sound awkward to stay totally naked before him? She must get used to it.
So she removed her bra slowly and dropped it. She saw his eyes pressed on her breasts then slowly, her two hands slid down her pant. And then, she watched as his eyes darted over to her pussy. She couldn’t help but close her laps.
“I have had sex in the dark all my life. Safe to say this is the first time I’ll be seeing a woman’s nakedness in the light.”
“I’m glad I’m the first woman.” There was tension building up within her and she didn’t even know why. She also had a faint smile on her lips.
He took her two separate poles and handcuffed her hands to both sides of the pole. She was made to back him so he could view her ass. He parted her laps and cuffed it to the bottom of the two poles. Afterwards, he went to pick his belt and then spoke, “say the word ‘strike.’ when you are ready for it.”
“Strike!” She said as she tightened her eyes. She felt a whip in her ass that made her let out a painful scream.
“Shall I stop?”
“No, strike!” She said and he strikes her again at the butt, but this time, she didn’t shout but absorb the pain. As he strikes her ass again and again, she couldn’t help the tears that flowed down her cheek. It was so painful.
After ten strikes, he went to hang the bondage belt and went to release her. When she faced him, he saw tears over her eyes but she quickly cleaned it with the back of her palm.
“One more before I allow you to leave.”
“Sure,” she smiled.
Then he took her to a desk and made her lay. He handcuffed both of her hands to the small poles of the desk and did the same for her well parted legs.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
He looked at her pussy but although he tried so hard not to give any expression, she thought he probably adored it.
He went to a side of the room and opened a bag, then he brought something out, it was making the sounds that an electric clipper that barber uses to barb hair would make when it is turned on.
She wondered what that was for. He brought it before her and said, “are you ready?”
“Although she didn’t know what was about to happen, she still answered, ‘yes.”