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)
My own words ignite the embers burning deep within me. She zeroes in on my still-clothed crotch. My erection is more than apparent.
“You want me,” she says.
“Of course I do. I’m not made of clay. I’m a man, baby, and any man who lays eyes on you wants you.”
I burn her with my gaze. She’s so young—and so innocent in so many ways—but damn, I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want Skye.
She clears her throat. “Is my punishment over?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Meaning…?”
“Meaning…are you ready to give up control?” I gesture for her not to respond yet. “Before you answer, know this. I want to fuck you. I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in a long time. I think I’ve made that abundantly clear.”
She nods.
“I will fuck you tonight,” I say. “The only question is whether you get a climax.”
“But if you fuck me—”
I quiet her with a touch of my fingers to her lips. “Trust me. I can still fuck you and keep you from coming.”
I’m a master at bringing a woman to the edge and then denying her an orgasm. It’s a punishment much more effective than any flogging or binding. I love when a woman comes for me, but I will withhold it to exert my power.
And Skye is determined to resist my power.
“Do you want to come tonight, baby?”
She nods.
“Tell me. Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come tonight, Braden.”
I narrow my eyes but only slightly. “Then don’t disobey me again.”
She’s assessing me, trying to figure me out. She won’t. I haven’t even figured myself out. In the end, though, she won’t resist. She’ll come to my bed, and she’ll give me what I desire.
Her control.
She clears her throat. “Tell me what you want, Braden.”
“I want to fuck you into next week.”
She curves those delectable lips into a teasing smile. “You’re in luck. I’ve got all next week open.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
I grab the silk blindfold and tie it over her eyes again. “No talking, Skye. Understand?”
“I have a question first.”
My God, she’ll be the death of me. “For God’s sake. What kind of question could you possibly have? No talking means no talking.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “It’s a valid one, Braden. Can I sigh and moan? Groan?”
“Sexual sounds are permissible.”
“Okay. But you got me last time for saying ‘oh.’ Isn’t that a sexual sound?”
“No. ‘Oh’ is a word. ‘Oh God’ are words. ‘Yes, Braden, yes’ are words.”
“But those words are indicating that I’m enjoying myself.”
“So what?”
“So…don’t you want to know I’m enjoying myself?”
“I know you’re enjoying yourself by how your body responds to me. The words are superfluous.”
She scoffs. “Seriously?”
I can’t help a chuckle. I love her words, but what I love even more are her nonverbal responses. How her body reacts, how her flesh becomes flushed, how her pussy gets swollen and wet. And what she doesn’t yet understand is that, without words, all response comes from her body. It reacts more, feels more. Wants and desires more.
In turn, I want and desire more.
It’s a win-win concept.
“You become more of a challenge every second, Skye Manning. You’re my Everest, and I’m determined to conquer you. Now, be quiet.”
She presses her lips together and makes a locking motion with her hand. She’s something all right. The sarcasm ripples off her.
That’s fine. She’ll understand. Eventually.
I gently push her until the backs of her legs hit the bed. “Lie down.”
She obeys.
I head to my antique mahogany wardrobe and open the door. Before me—on shelves, in drawers, and hanging—are my various playthings. Tools I use to give pleasure. I zero in on a stainless steel anal plug.
How I’d love to lube it up and begin training on Skye’s ass. Just the thought has my cock growing even harder, if that’s possible. Licking her ass tonight intoxicated me.
But that has to wait. She’s barely ready for an introduction, so I must go slowly. If I try too much, she’ll bail. She can’t bail. I want her too much. She has it in her psyche to submit. I just need to draw it out slowly.
I pick up the stainless steel plug anyway. It’s cool to the touch, and I have a use for it—one Skye and I will both love.
I return to the bed, where she lies supine before me, naked, blindfolded, and exquisitely appetizing. I suck in a breath and adjust my groin.
She squirms when I come near her. Though I’m being quiet, she hears me with her heightened senses. Sensory deprivation can be very erotic. I’ll introduce her to it further another time. For now?
I trail the end of the anal plug around one of her hard nipples.
She gasps and arches her back. I trace the swell of her breast and move to the other nipple.
I enjoy using toys on women. They offer different sensory excitement to a partner, and consequently, they elicit different sensory responses. I love watching how their bodies react.