Love Is The Bond: A Rowan Gant Investigation Read Free

out a satisfied
sigh.
    “So,” she purred as she turned and began
slowly sauntering forward until she stood over the man. “You
weren’t lying, were you? Asphyxiation really is your kink, isn’t
it, worm?”
    “Yes,” he muttered as he tried to give her a
nod.
    “Yessss?” she questioned with a raised
eyebrow, allowing the word to hiss between her teeth.
    “Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
    “Yes, Mistresssss…?”
    “Yes, Mistress Miranda.”
    “You like being choked by women, don’t
you?”
    “Yes, Mistress Miranda.”
    “Especially beautiful women.”
    “Yes, Mistress Miranda.”
    “Tell me I’m beautiful.”
    “You’re beautiful, Mistress Miranda.”
    “Yes, I am… Aren’t I.” She uttered the words
as a statement of fact.
    She squatted next to him with fluid grace,
displaying exquisite balance on the teetering heels, and ran her
gloved fingertip along his chest, down his abdomen, stopping just
before the upper reaches of his pubic hair.
    “Then…” she began, pausing as she eyed him
seductively. “Since you like it so much, maybe you would want me to
do it again?”
    “Oh, yes, Mistress,” he answered, an excited
catch in his throat.
    “Then… Beg me to love you,” she ordered
quietly.
    “Mistress?”
    “Beg me to love you,” she demanded again.
    “Please, Mistress,” he murmured. “Love
me.”
    “Excellent,” she trilled softly as she
smiled. “We do love you.”
    “We, Mistress?”
    She didn’t answer. In fact, she didn’t say
another word. She simply scooped the end of the leash into her hand
and stood. Taking a stance that would ensure her steadiness, she
then lifted one foot and placed the sole of her shoe against his
throat as she began bearing down. She watched his face as he fought
for air, yet in the midst of it all, he curled the corners of his
mouth into what could almost be a smile. She more than sensed the
sexual energy pulsating outward from him as he began to gurgle once
again, and she let it join with the insane burn that was racking
her own body. Immediately, it began feeding on the intensity and
sent her inner fire flaring to near ecstasy.
    In that moment, she knew she commanded his
absolute devotion.
    Looking to the side, she could see that he
had stiffened yet again and was now throbbing in time with her own
racing heartbeat.
    In that moment, she knew she held captive his innermost
desire.
    But, for her , that simply wasn’t going to be
enough.
    She continued to lean forward, placing all
but the smallest amount of her weight onto the one foot, all the
while twisting the sole of her shoe against his throat. It didn’t
take long before he gurgled a barely intelligible utterance that
resembled more than just random sounds but a group of deliberate
syllables—a phonetic string that sounded like it might possibly be
his “safe word.”
    She knew it was meant to be her cue to cease
the torture. But, it was a cue that would go unheeded. She simply
smiled down at him and continued to inflict the deliberate cruelty
with renewed fervor.
    A flicker of realization lit behind his eyes,
and he began to struggle, but she had him pinned—held fast and
completely at her mercy. There was no way he could break free of
the bonds she had so carefully applied. He tried to buck against
her, but it was obvious that he was already growing weak from the
lack of oxygen. She now brought her full weight to bear on his
collapsing windpipe, laying her gloved hand against the nearby wall
for support.
    In that final moment, she knew she had his
fear, and it was delicious.
    During the quiet minutes after that, as his
eyes turned glassy, staring sightlessly upward to the stained
ceiling, she knew she had the last thing she—and they—needed from
him.
    When she felt the very essence of his
terrifying death seep into her own soul, satisfying the gnawing
hunger for a time, she stepped down and slowly lifted her foot from
his throat. She barely heard the quiet hiss of his trapped breath
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