Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I’m not going to bind you,” I say.
I almost never bind a woman the first time, unless she asks for it. I want to ease Skye into my world slowly. I don’t want to scare her. I want to entice her.
Will she let her guard down? Will she relinquish her control to me?
As if she’s testing me, she lets go of the headboard and meets my gaze, hers on fire.
Yes, I expected this. Someone as focused and driven as Skye will resist. I won’t punish her for defying me.
Not yet.
“Grab the rungs,” I say calmly but darkly.
“No, I won’t. You can’t tie me up.”
“I think I just said I wasn’t going to.”
“I—”
“Grab the rungs, Skye. Now.”
She grabs the rungs.
Nice. I didn’t have to prod her. She obeyed my last command instantly. I warm inside. This will work. I’m determined.
“Good,” I say and scoot on the bed so I’m straddling her, my cock dangling at her mouth. “Get me hard again. Use that sexy mouth of yours.”
She parts her lips—God, she’s fucking hot—and slowly trails her tongue over the bottom one. I push my cock between her lips slowly, letting her go at her own pace. When I hit the back of her throat, I’m only a little over halfway in. She lets go of one rung—
“Don’t let go!” I say through clenched teeth.
She quickly re-grabs the rung.
Nicely done, Skye. Mental binding is the ultimate test of submission. After tonight, I’ll know if she fits in my world. Full introduction takes time, and with Skye Manning, I’m suddenly willing to invest all kinds of time.
I want her that badly.
I still move in and out of her mouth slowly. My erection has returned in full force. I could stay in her mouth forever—that’s how good it feels. That’s how much I love watching my cock slide between those sexy lips, feeling the soft pressure, the warm wetness. A good blow job will suck the life force out of a man, bring him to his knees. It’s a fucking art. Skye may not be the most experienced, but my God, she makes up for it in enthusiasm.
She worships my cock with her mouth.
And it’s driving me wild.
So wild that I must stop, or I’ll shoot down her throat.
And that’s not my plan. Not yet.
First a little worship of my own.
I remove my cock from her mouth and ease down her body. “Your tits are perfect,” I say, and then I suck one between my lips while lightly pinching the other.
Goose bumps erupt on her flesh.
I suck, nibble, bite.
Her beautiful tits are swollen, pink, nipples hard and taut—their texture like silk over a rigid pencil eraser. Each nibble inches its way straight to my dick. She’s so responsive, writhing and grinding under me. This woman loves to have her tits sucked, pinched, bitten.
I can’t wait to get nipple clamps on her.
The muscles in her arms go rigid. She wants to let go of the headboard. She’s dying to let go. But she won’t. Already I know she won’t.
Skye Manning is a perfectionist. Her control will be her undoing, because her control requires perfection. I told her not to let go, so she won’t. To do so would be to fail. Skye won’t fail. I don’t know how I know this about her so soon, but I do. It’s written in every soft groan she makes, every tightening of her hands on the rungs.
And I find that beautiful.
“You’re beautiful,” I say after releasing her nipple. I move down her body, raining soft kisses on her belly and then her vulva. “I want to eat you again, but damn, I need to get inside that hot pussy. Fuck.” I move from the bed and return with a condom.
“Let me do that,” she says.
Her offer is tempting, but perfectionist or not, she still has much to learn about being in my bed.
I meet her gaze, my teeth clenched. “Don’t you fucking move.”
“Braden, I want to—”
“I said don’t move!”
She inhales sharply and looks up.
“I’m going to fuck you again, Skye, and this time, I’m going deep.”
God, so deep.
I put the condom on and maneuver her legs over my shoulders, opening her.
Then I thrust in.
She bites her lip as I tunnel all the way into her body. So tight and so welcoming. I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of her suction around me.
“That’s good,” I grit out. “Sweet pussy. Sweet Skye.”
Her shoulders are creamy, her lips glistening. I long to lower my head, kiss her mouth, her cheeks, her neck.
But that would require me to shift angles, and I don’t want to lose the depth I’m getting. God, she feels good around me. So fucking good.
Though I can tell she wants to, she doesn’t let go of the rungs.
She watches me, gazes into my eyes, and her pussy responds. Already I feel her walls clenching, her climax imminent.