Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
He studies at me. “Are you sure this is your first night?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer, even though I’m not sure what I said to make him think I’m a liar.
“As I was saying, this is all about being in the right state of mind. And the way you took me into your mouth just now tells me you’re already there.” He pulls on the tie around his neck and takes it off. Putting the silky strip of fabric over my eyes, he says, “Just keep doing what you’re doing now. You’re perfect.”
My breath catches. I know he doesn’t even know me, but nobody’s ever called me “perfect” before.
The tie’s still warm from his body heat, and it feels weirdly intimate to have his musky scent fill my nose.
With my sight gone, all I can sense is him. I hear his footsteps circling around me. I can still taste his finger in my mouth. My hyper-sensitive nerve endings spark with excitement as his hand rests on my bare waist and guides me to the bed.
He’s taking care of me by carefully making sure I get to the bed without tripping on the carpet on the way. At the same time, he’s the one who deprived me of my sight so it shouldn’t count . . . right?
He lays me down on the bed. The bedsheets feel soft on my skin. I don’t have much time to appreciate it, though, because I feel the bed dip to the side and realize he’s climbed in with me.
I can feel the heat emanating from his body. It fills me with anticipation.
A large, masculine hand grabs my waist and travels up my side. “You’re the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen,” he says as he scoots closer until his chest presses against my side.
He takes my mouth, kissing me with a bruising force. As if he’s trying to drive me crazy with the contrast, his fingers lightly graze over my stomach, the valley between my breasts, and my shoulder.
He slips one hand under my back and unhooks my bra. He pulls it off me and leans back, breaking the kiss. For a few anxious seconds, he stays quiet and I wonder if he doesn’t like my tits.
Then, I feel his stubble and his breath on my chest as he rubs his face against me–I guess he likes them, after all.
My arousal climbs when his hand travels south and grabs my inner thigh, his fingernails dragging across my skin, showing me how much he wants me.
“Your face is all red, kitten,” he says, chuckling as he grabs me roughly, enveloping my sex with his hand. “I wonder why.”
I’m sure he’s telling the truth. My face—my whole body, in fact, feels almost unbearably hot. I’m burning up. My heart rate is through the roof. And my clit’s throbbing furiously.
Then, he takes a nipple into his warm, wet mouth, which injects another dose of pure pleasure into my system.
I try to restrain myself, but I can’t help it. He’s too close and everything feels too good for me not to want more. My hips rock against his palm, lifting up off the bed and obscenely rubbing against him.
“You want to come, kitten?” he asks.
I bite down on my bottom lip. “Yes, Sir.” I want nothing more than to come.
“You’re not allowed to come unless I say so.”
I whimper. It’s really starting to feel good. Do I actually have to stop?
“Do you hear me, kitten?” he asks.
Ignoring him, I move faster, chasing the release that’s almost within my reach. Then, he takes his hand away.
“Obviously, you didn’t listen to my instructions,” he says darkly. “I’m sorry, kitten, but I’ll have to punish you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I freeze, suddenly forgetting about my ruined orgasm. Did he say what kind of punishment he’s going to give me?
Smack! He doesn’t give me a chance to ask before his palm lands on my pussy. I cry out as the sting prickles my skin.
“Aren’t you going to tell me you’re sorry? You really liked saying that before,” he says mockingly.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His fingers trace the shape of my lips over my panties. The heat left by the light slap he gave me intensifies the tingles in my core, making me grow even wetter.
He hooks his thumb into the waist of my black panties, and I lift my hips off the bed to let him slide them off me.
Thoughts of impropriety have vanished from my mind. All I can think about is getting him to let me come.
I can’t stand this state of heightened, frustrating arousal much longer, and I know I won’t get any satisfaction unless I come at his hands.
“Please . . .” I hear myself say.
“Please what?” he asks in a voice dripping with want. He acts like he’s unaffected, but I can feel hints of his need in the urgency of his touch.