Summer Reading Special Excerpt
From the book: Spiral

By DeAnne Maxwell
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A single shaft of bright sunlight forced its way between puffy, sleep heavy eyelids. Caro groaned softly in that place between sleep and consciousness as a slender arm rose to drape itself over her eyes. She moved -- a subtle shift away from the piercing glare to snuggle further into the thick comforter. She was exhausted.

The last three days had been a whirlwind of activity as she made arrangements to begin her life as Walter’s plaything. She would never have realized just how difficult it turned out to be, had she not had to call Walter to ask his assistance. Caro hated having to depend on Walter for anything. Actually, she considered herself pretty self-sufficient and hadn’t really depended on anyone other than herself for more years than she could count.

After she had made the call, the world seemed different. Men in uniforms showed up at her door and within two hours, she was packed up of all necessary items and on her way to the mansion without hardly any idea of what she was doing.

And here she was - in an unfamiliar bed, in surroundings that could only be called opulent. Heavy drapes hung from the ceiling above her bed in a rich riot of jeweled tones. Gorgeous antiques lined the walls, and the bed was a pure masterpiece of rich mahogany. Caro ran slender hands over the cool, smooth wood, and gasped as she encountered heavy steel bolts attached at the back, out of view.

Her curiosity piqued, she rose and began to search her surroundings more thoroughly. At the ceiling, obscured by the heavy draperies, was a… winch. She simply stared at the pulley and cables for a long moment before she stood on the bed and tugged at the strong hook. Nothing happened. The metal resisted her futile tugs completely.

“What the hell is all this shit?” Caro muttered under her breath as she searched the rest of the room, finding more bolts scattered here and there, some with wide strips of leather attached. “Oh, HELL no…” her words a mere breath of sound as she opened a door off to the side of the huge bed, and found not a closet as she had expected, but an entire room tiled in rich Egyptian tile, and a slightly inset drain right beneath what appeared to be a cross between a sarcophagus and a cage. Wide bands of shiny stainless steel in a skeletal framework… distinctive shapes of arms, legs, and even a head. “If that little worm thinks he’s going to put me in THAT thing, he’s crazier than I thought.” She never heard the door open, or the soft footsteps.

“What did you call me, slut?” Walter’s tone was cold, emotionless.

Caro spun around and stared at him with burning eyes. “What the fuck is that thing?”

A sardonic brow raised slowly, and for the first time, Caro felt a finger of fear. Where was the mouse that she’d looked down on for four years? The smarmy little agent seemed to have been nothing but a dream, for before her stood a man of power. Personal power. He simply exuded it like some women exude sex. She pointed into the room and repeated, “what is that thing?”

Walter simply leaned up against the post and stared at her without a word. His eyes never moved from her face, and she felt the rise of heated blood to somewhat pale cheeks.

She wasn’t sure why she wanted to apologize, but the words trembled lightly at the tip of her tongue. They simply stared at each other for several long, tense moments, and then Caro dropped her eyes in confusion at the war within.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called you a worm.” Her voice was soft and low, with just a hint of defiance simmering under the words.

“Caro, I am tempted to let this pass as you are not yet sure what is expected and allowed, but I am sure you know that disrespect of me is not, at all, acceptable. You will be punished for that. I will treat you well, my defiant little bitch, as I am rather fond of your fiery nature, but if you disrespect me… you will certainly regret doing so.”

His voice still held that cold tone, and Caro was shaking by the end of his statement. Her mouth opened to argue, but snapped closed as she looked into those burning eyes.

“What the fuck have I gotten myself into here,” she thought as her mind moved in a hundred different directions all at once, none of them clear.

“Punished? You mean like a child? I’m not a child, Walter, to be spanked and put in the corner. I don’t know what you think I agreed to, but that wasn’t part of the deal.” The bravado was just that… bravado. Caro was a mass of tingling nerves inside as she spoke.

Walter’s lips quirked just slightly. His gaze still unwavering as cold eyes seemed to burn into her very soul.

“Wasn’t it, Caro? Wasn’t the “deal” pretty much whatever I decided it would be for four days out of the week? Think about it.” He watched her closely as the words of their agreement came rushing back to her, and she moaned softly at the truth. Then he smiled.

“Yes, I see that you remember. Good.”

He finally broke his gaze from hers and moved past her into the other room. The air was cooler here. The walls were bare cinderblock, painted a dark gray. Caro hesitantly moved into the room behind him, for the first time seeing more than just that monstrosity hanging from the middle of the high ceiling.

Along one wall was a long wooden workbench. Hooks set in the cinderblock above the surface held various objects that Caro had no clue as to their purpose, but none of them looked… fun. Beneath the bench were several long drawers with distinctive handles. She was reminded of the yin-yang symbol, but it was slightly different. At the end of the long bench was a full, industrial sized sink easily large enough to hold an averaged sized person.

Once again her eye was drawn to the center of the room, and Walter followed her gaze - moving toward the metal cage and patting it lightly, almost fondly.

“I see you’ve met the maiden.” His lips quirked upward as he gave it a light push, causing it to sway back and forth in a lazy circle. “I had this custom made just for you, my dear. It seems to be a lost art nowadays, but there was a time that no good dungeon would have been without such a treasure.”

Caro looked to him in horror as it dawned on her that this was a modified Iron Maiden taken from medieval torture rituals. Real fear now played over her spine as her head shook back and forth in denial.

“No way. I don’t care what agreement we made, you are NOT putting me into that thing.” Caro’s voice quivered slightly as she looked to him with flashing eyes.

He merely smiled.

“Well, my little fucktoy, there will come a time when you beg me to put you into the maiden and use you. But that time is not quite… this time. Come here.” It was not a request.

Caro stood there looking at him, her insides quivering at the command. Unsure whether she wanted to move, but her body simply obeyed. Two steps, three, until she stood before him. She was unprepared for the quickness of his movement.

A hand snaked out and curled within the long strands of dark hair, pulling her against his whipcord body. Once again she had to fight to reconcile this man with the one she dismissed as unworthy of her time for four long years. His grip did not loosen, but instead tightened to the point where a soft whimper slipped past her lips.

“Strip.” His voice was calm as he held her tightly to him for a long moment, then abruptly, he released his tight hold before stepping back and leaning against the long workbench. One leg was casually crossed over the other, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Caro was so very confused at the emotions rushing through her. Fear and the slow awakening of desire fought within, as she raised shaking hands and began to lift the hem of her chemise up the long expanse of tanned legs. Her face flamed, and her heart raced against her chest. No one had ever affected her this way. She felt so unsure of herself in a way which was totally alien, yet strangely exciting.

She found herself almost performing for him. The chemise slowly cleared her thighs, exposing the dark triangle of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs… the flat of her stomach… the rich curves of her breasts. Her eyes never left his as the silk rose in slow increments up her torso until she pulled it over her head and tossed back the rich mane of dark hair. A challenge rode in her gaze as it met his. Daring him to find fault with her body.

Walter simply watched her. There was no indication of his thoughts in that narrow lipped smile, or in the depths of hooded eyes. A voyeur to her nakedness.

“Good. Now my pet, do you see that piece of furniture there?” A long, thin finger pointed to a shadowy corner. “Go there and bend over the padded portion, grasp the bar in front of you. I will be there momentarily.”

Her head craned to the corner and saw an odd piece of rich mahogany with black padding covering one of the two risers. Hesitant steps took her to the piece. She considered simply turning around and leaving - to hell with the agreement. But the thought was short lived after having just the slightest taste of Walter’s power -- she knew he could destroy her with a single phone call.

Closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, she leaned over the padded seat… feeling the cushion cradle the cup of her hips as she reached out for the bar and wrapped clammy hands around the thick metal. She was very aware that this position left her ass and cunt high in the air, accessible for whatever Walter decided to do to her.

She felt a cool hand slide up the back of one thigh and over the swell of asscheek. She shivered at the dry touch… jumping slightly when long fingers slid between the twin globes and brushed lightly against the star of her anus.

“You have a lovely ass, sweet one. So soft and unblemished. We need to fix that.” A sharp slap of his hand had her jerking upright in amazed panic.

“What are you doing??” Caro was shocked at the amusement in his eyes.

A rather dramatic sigh slipped past his lips as he spoke. “Oh, Caroline… you didn’t think my use of you only extended to fucking you, did you? Oh no, there are many things I will do to your delectable little body. Including spanking this nice rump.” Another crack filled the air as Walter’s hand landed hard and swift against her sweet spot.

She felt the fire race through her bottom as the slow burn of his slap spread outward. She had never been slapped like that before and the utter humiliation of being spanked rushed through her. Drawing her bottom lip between sharp teeth, she refused to cry out, vowing to take it like an adult. His voice came again… right behind her ear.

“Now grab that fucking bar, bitch, and present your ass like I told you to!”

Walter’s hand reached for her neck and pushed her rather forcefully down over the padded seat. Caro’s hands were white where she gripped the bar -- her arms shaking badly as she waited for the next blow. It didn’t come. Instead, she felt his fingers sliding soft and slow down the slit of her cunt, probing gently between the lips. The heat raced into her face as she realized that she was actually… wet.

“Ah, yes. I thought as much.” The last word was drowned out by another sharp slap to her ass, then another. The pain was stronger than she could have imagined, yet her hips rose as his fingers plied the soft wetness of her sex, smoothing the wetness over her lips and coating the soft nest of curls.

Caro was sucking at the air, trying to fill her burning lungs as Walter’s hand fell again and again, striking at quivering ass cheeks, spreading the burn throughout her bottom and thighs. Her hands never left the bar even as she lost the fight within and shrieked out with pain. The entire time, his other hand played with her pussy - stroking, pinching, and finally sliding two fingers deeply into the wet tunnel.

She sobbed with relief as the burning slaps ceased. She was on fire, her whole backside a mass of firing nerve endings and burning flesh. She was unprepared for the warm, soothing touch of his tongue as it stroked over the welts decorating her ass, or for the curl of his fingers inside of her as he searched for that spongy flesh behind her pubic bone.

Now the pleasure built faster as his mouth moved over her ass, between her cheeks, and probed lightly at her dark star. When his tongue pressed the tight opening, she gasped and pressed tighter to his warm mouth. No one had ever done such a thing to her and she was completely startled at how erotic it felt. Erotic and nasty.

Walter’s hand rose once more and fell with a deafening crack on the already fiery flesh and Caro jerked forward over the bench, crying out hoarsely, even as his tongue pressed into the tight ring of muscle and she bucked with pleasure. Her confusion getting lost in pure sensation as she rode his tongue and hand.

She felt sexier and stronger than she had ever felt before, bent over a padded wooden bench while a man she had despised for so long spanked her ass thoroughly and probed her darkest desire with his tongue. His thumb replaced the tongue against her tight anus and slipped into her tight little tunnel. Caro screamed once more as sharp teeth sank into the flesh of her ass and tugged firmly.

She had no warning. The orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave - unstoppable… crashing… submerging her mind and body as she twitched under his control. Her body quivered and bucked upon the bench as his fingers thrust deeply inside her cunt, fucking her hard as she rode the waves.

“Yes, my slut… come for me. Show me how much of a little fuckwhore you truly are.”

Walter’s voice was a dark whisper against her ear as she felt the bulge of His massive cock rubbing her thigh. She wanted him right then… wanted him to bury that thick column of flesh inside of her and fuck her hard and deep.

“Fuck me, Walter.” The words were a hiss of sound as she lifted her head and looked back over her shoulder.

CRACK! Another hard blow to her ass had her head reeling, her breath stolen.

“Caro, you need to understand one thing. I will fuck you if and when I wish to, and only then. You are my property. You are here for my pleasure. And if I want to fuck you, you will simply open your legs for me and take my cock however and whenever I want. Is that clear?”

A deep thrust of his fingers into her sopping wet hole - twisting and turning inside of her almost cruelly.

Suddenly, she found herself doing something she never expected she would EVER do. She began to beg.

“Please… please, fuck me? God, I can’t stand this. I’ll do anything. Please? I need you inside of me.” The words tumbled from her lips as she squirmed on his fingers, all of the sensations blending, merging together as she bucked. The wet sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of her body were loud in the room, and she heard the short bark of his laugh.

“Yes, little slut, that’s better.” He went to his knees behind her and thrust his tongue against her screaming clit, flicking and circling as he added a third finger to the two already buried in tight cunt. His hand was a blur as he thrust in and out of her squirming, clenching body. Each thrusting shove going deeper and harder.

“You want my cock? You want me to,” Walter’s voice came right behind her ear as he yanked his fingers from her cunt, “fuck you Caro?”

“Beg me slut, beg your master to fuck you.”

Caro could feel that incredible cock of his right at the entrance of her cunt. Teasing her lips, spreading the slick moisture. Her mind was unable to grasp hold of anything, no singular thought… just a jumble of emotions and sensations. Her hands were slick with sweat where they clutched the bar, knuckles white and straining as unconsciously, she tried to push backward with wildly squirming hips.

Walter grasped her hips HARD. His nails dug painfully into her flesh as he stilled her frantic movements. The teasing of his cock never stopped, only grew more impossible to ignore as he pressed just the tip between swollen labia and pushed an inch inside. Caro was gasping with need, whimpering and crying out.

“Pppplease!!!!! Oh, god please FUCK me?” Her voice was garbled as she fought to keep her sanity.

“Call for me, whore. Call for your Master!” Slowly stroking that hard, bulbous head in and out of her burning body.

“Mmm… Mmasster! Please? Oh god, PLEASE fuck your toy!?” Caro was sobbing as the words poured from her throat.

“Yes. That’s itttttttt.” Walter’s voice was a hiss as he shoved that thick cock DEEP inside of her and simply took possession of her clutching, squeezing cunt. He was like a wild man as his hips slammed in and out of her sopping wet hole, pounding her into the padded seat of the bench as strong hands yanked her backwards to meet his every thrust.

Caro simply exploded over and over. She was unaware when he first reached for her breasts, then cried out as he viciously pinched and pulled tight nipples… thrusting hard the entire time. Her body was a mass of screaming, tingling nerves as he took her places she’d never been, bringing her right to the brink of madness and then pushing her beyond as pure animal instinct took over and sent her reeling into empty space.

She felt him stiffen and with one mighty thrust, he filled her completely and almost tumbled her over the bench with the strength of his plunge. A deep, guttural cry filled the air as he spilled his seed into her twitching, writhing body.

Caro went limp as the last spasms shook her. The combination of orgasm and emotions too much to bear as she simply hung over the padded bench. She was barely aware when he pulled from her and slid two fingers inside, twisting gently.

Her eyes were closed, but she felt him crouch down next to her head. She struggled to open her eyes. His face was dark and strangely handsome as he simply looked at her, and raised slick fingers to her lips.

“Taste us, my toy. Taste our combined juices. And know you belong to me.” Walter’s voice was low… commanding, and Caro found herself simply obeying as his fingers pressed into her mouth. She sucked lightly at the mixed flavors, sliding her tongue around and between the long, thin digits.

A single word hung in the air, causing the hair to stand up on the back of her neck, and gooseflesh to break out over her flesh…

“Mine.”