Dare Darker - Pepper North Page 0,4

firmly pulled her head back against the bars and held her pinned there. Lunging forward, Mia choked herself, and as she struggled to breathe, she pressed back once again to feel the cold bars at her back. Her desperate attempts to free herself by striking behind her body only panicked Mia as she cut off her oxygen. Panting, she subsided against the bars of the cage that trapped her.

“That’s much better, Mia. You will need to learn that I only ask once. If you do not comply, there will be a consequence,” the deep voice came from behind her.

She felt the wide band at her throat jostle slightly. Maybe it’s loose! Seizing her chance, she flung herself forward only to hit the unyielding restraint of the band. The force of her momentum brought tears and shimmering spots to her eyes. Choking, she fell back against the bars, clawing at the leather strip secured tightly around her throat and two bars behind her.

“You are behaving very badly, Mia. I think you will have punishment as well as your consequence.” The low voice didn’t alter. It was not angry, only matter-of-fact.

As she tried to breathe, Mia’s brain registered that he could be remarking on the weather or the price of bananas at the store. Somehow, this lack of emotion scared her more. Who is this man?

A snip sounded very loudly behind her before the sound of shears or scissors opening and closing just once echoed in her ears. “You were told to take off your shirt. You did not choose to follow directions,” the voice whispered, intimately close.

Trembling, Mia felt him pull the hem of the oversized shirt away from the back of her thighs. Lurching forward automatically, she subsided, gasping for air against the bars as that unyielding leather band held her firmly in place. Over her panting breath, she could hear the scissors slicing through the enveloping fabric of her nightshirt. Cold air wafted against the bare skin of her back and hips as he sliced up through the soft material. With a louder snip, he cut through the reinforced neckline.

Her mind raced to come up with a plan as he paused for a few seconds. The shirt’s still on my body. If he tries to cut anything else, he will be in reach this time. Prepared to fight, a small sound of protest escaped from her mouth as he carefully snipped fabric across her shoulder blades in each direction. Her neck was held tight against the iron bars; twisting or turning would cut off her breath. If her arms couldn’t reach him, he could do whatever he wanted.

She listened to each slow snip as he took his time cutting off the material that covered her upper back in each direction, destroying each slender strap that looped over her shoulders. Her hands held the soft cloth to her chest as it loosened around her body in a desperate attempt to stay covered. Mia shivered as she realized that she was helpless and he was in total control.

“Please, please don’t do this,” she finally begged as he reached the edge of the second strap.

At the clatter of the scissors falling behind her to the left, her head turned slightly to that side. In a flash, he jerked the destroyed shirt from behind to the right and through the bars.

“Aaah!” Mia screamed and crossed her arms quickly over her breasts as the cold air wrapped around her body. “Why are you doing this?” she demanded with hot tears of fright and frustration spilling from her eyes.

Silence was the only answer. Shrouded in darkness, she trembled against the bars, waiting to see what his next move would be. She heard a whisper of movement over to the left. Mia turned her head as much as possible, but she couldn’t see anything. Has he gone away?

That deep voice finally answered from behind her, “You are here because you sought to fulfill your fantasies. Your heart is beating fast for two reasons: There is the fright, but most of all, you yearn. Do you recognize this from our conversations online? Do you remember what comes next?”

“Y… es,” she forced from her mouth. Slowly, her hands slid from shielding her breasts down her torso. Their slow movement never faltered as the internal battle between her desire and her fear fought for control of her slender frame. Finally, her hands reached behind her body to latch on to the cold, metal bars.

A warm hand covered each of