Mistress of Redemption by Joey W. Hill

Author:Joey W. Hill [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781419959516
Google: W83-C_UIPtsC
Amazon: 1419959514
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Goodreads: 3680404
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Published: 2006-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The next setting for his merry-go-round was, appropriately, a circular chamber, a place that looked as if it were designed for performing rituals. Everything of earth or stone, torches in sconces on the walls. Dozens of mirrors were embedded in the rock stratum so it was hard to separate Dona and the other features of the room from their reflections. The odd wall treatments were not as distracting as what lay in the center of the room, however.

“Look at her.” Dona moved around a large block of stone, her fingertips touching the bare back of the woman bound and bent over it, her legs manacled to the floor.

“Spread before you. Helpless. Deserving punishment. You may strike her until you draw blood, make her scream. She’ll have to tolerate it until you stop, for there’s no other choice. There is no loss of consciousness, no death. In the cycles that are considered time down here, eventually she’ll be given a moment of no pain, her back smooth as if she’d never been struck. Then it begins anew.”

“A pain that’s reality and illusion both,” he murmured. Like his Mistress’s tears that had streaked her makeup. In the transition to this chamber, the evidence of that had been wiped away. While she was as perfect and intimidating as if the moment had never existed, he didn’t doubt the reality of that moment as he’d doubted some of the others.

“It will continue until she hears the message that the pain delivers.”

He was unable to look away as Dona traced the bumps of the woman’s spine. He could imagine it as his own spine, her fingers caressing him a moment before she would strike with a whip. The thought of that sent a shiver through him, brought a tightening to an already overtaxed groin. His testicles had permanently drawn up in pre-ejaculation mode and he wasn’t sure if they’d ever drop again. Even in the most frightening moments, he’d stayed aroused, as if the ability to fuck was a male’s most basic proof that he was alive, capable of action and meaning. Dona’s proximity had done nothing to discourage that constant state of need.

“What’s the message?”

“That crime has punishment. This is the punishment. After that, the debt must be paid, three times. That’s karma and one of the reasons for reincarnating.”

The vulnerability she’d shown him was gone. She was dispassionate, almost cruel.

He’d found a key to her in watching the stage play, though. The more she felt, the less she revealed in her face. She didn’t want to be his soul mate, but she hadn’t denied she felt something for him. She’d said she wasn’t ready.

Even in the midst of this, not knowing what awaited him except the certainty that it would be awful, he felt the wonder of that realization. If soul mates were a real thing, 81

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then it meant Dona was his Mistress. Now, forever, this life or the next. Whether she wanted him or not. So they’d always feel this connection to one another.

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