My Favourite Nightmare: Pardon Me, Can You Bite Me Everywhere? (The little black chronicles #1)

Miss Black


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My Favourite Nightmare: Pardon Me, Can You Bite Me Everywhere? by Miss Black
Sarah Adams had not been lucky in life. One night, two unsettling strangers with pale skin and sharp teeth kidnap her. She soon discovers a new world she had no idea existed. She’ll be trapped in a cruel and bloody world, in a never-ending war between supernatural beings and in sensual and bloody games.
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"He was in bed, lying amongst white silk sheets, still in his pyjamas. Needless to say, even his pyjama was elegant, black silk.
‘You are my breakfast,’ he explained, stretching. ‘Undress.’
I did what I was told and stood naked by the bed, with my hands by my side. I confess that after the last time, the idea of being his breakfast appealed to me. My nipples were erect and I was anxious to be eaten.
‘Open the second door of the wardrobe on the left. There should be a trunk. Get it and bring it,’ he ordered. I executed his every command.
It was a leather trunk, quite heavy. I placed it on the bed next to him.
Adrian opened it and rummaged through it. He pulled out a short black-fringed whip. He placed it next to him on the sheets. He rummaged some more. Two small rubber clips, joined together by a chain. He rummaged again. A metallic tool with a spiked wheel on the end.
I looked at this paraphernalia, perplexed.
‘The 21st century and the duty free of pain,’ said Adrian, with a half smile. He placed the trunk on the floor and jumped out of the satin sheets. ‘People invent wonderful new torture instruments daily, and then call them “erotic toys”. Everything is made smaller, portable, so you can put your torturer in your suitcase and take it wherever you go’.
I took the small wheel and tested one of its spikes with my finger. The spikes were about one or two millimetres thick and were slightly rounded.
Adrian laughed. ‘Look at you! This is also a century of no fear. In a way, it’s a shame… but it is definitely more practical. Which have you used before?’
‘Mm, none. It’s not my genre. But I understand what you mean: I have no fear, we can try. If I don’t like it, you’ll stop, right?’
He laughed some more. ‘I don’t think so.’"
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