Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Lift.” I tense my abs as he slides the belt beneath my head, sitting it around the base and tightening it around my eyes. Lights out, all dark. My breathing deepens, my chest lifting off the bed. His lips touch my cheek. “You’re going to wish I fucked her instead.”
Doubt it.
The music becomes louder. As if I can hear every word she’s singing, every strum of the beat. Keaton and I have always been free with the bedroom activities, but I’ve never had him blindfold me. And I’ve never had anyone blindfold me with their belt. The distant notes of worn leather tantalize my senses. I just want him inside me.
“Keaton.” I stifle a moan. “Please just fuck me.” I press my thumb against my clit, circling it harder, but he whacks my hand away and rope touches my wrist on that hand, and then my other. Panic squeezes my body like a hug I didn’t ask for. Cold. Damp.
“Cartier?” I hear Keaton come back in. “I said, do you want out?”
“What?” I breathe, resting my hand against my sweaty chest. “No? What happened?”
“You left me for a second. I can take shit away—”
“—no!” I give him back my wrist. “Do it.”
“Sure?” he whispers, and it’s not the same tone he used for me moments before. This is the Keaton I know all the time, not the one in the bedroom. The one I want. No. Need. Right now.
“Yes, fuck.”
The other loop links around my other wrist and he pulls back, latching my hands to the anchors at the top of his bed. My cheeks burn from excitement. It’s intoxicating being around him like this. Existing with him in this moment. Right now, I’m not Cartier Nero, the new CEO of Midnight Mayhem Enterprises. Right now, I’m simply Cartier.
My laughing stops when something cold touches my thigh. It’s not hard, it’s something else. A material. Leather.
Flipping me over from my hips, I land on my tummy and squeeze the ropes on each wrist as he runs the tip of the what the fuck is this? Whatever it is, over the swell of my ass cheek.
Sharp pain bites over my cheek and I hiss through the pain when his hand replaces the sting with a gentle caress.
Lifting me from my hips, he raises my ass in the air as another sting pelts on my other ass cheek. “So fucking pink and pretty, baby.” I swallow his words and rub my ass against him. “My perfect little slut.”
I collapse onto the bed, my ass still in the air as dampness pools between my thighs. Warmth covers over my entrance and I moan into the sheets. “Keaton, please. I need you…”
“You need me? Hmmm? His mouth is replaced, and his fingers, as another sting of the leather crop whips over my ass cheek. Cries leave me as throbbing pain smudges into a deep pull in my belly. He rubs the tip of his cock over my entrance, slamming inside of me roughly. I throw my head back and a loud scream erupts from between my lips, my veins in my neck straining. He continues to drive into me, sweat dropping over my spine as the straps around my wrist rub.
His tongue comes to the base of my spine and he drags it all the way up until his teeth snap down on the flesh behind my neck. “Gonna break you until you beg me to stop.”
My head shakes from side to side. “I’m never going to tell you to stop.” His cock thrusts against my walls, every second pushing me higher and higher. I feel my stomach clench, fisting the build of pleasure in my abdomen with an iron fist before Keaton’s fingers pinch into my hips harder and he slams into me one more time before I combust, like an over-inflated balloon I burst around him in an array of colors. My body jerks as I come down from my orgasm, but before I can catch my breath, he’s spinning me back around, slamming me onto my back and squeezing my thigh before diving back inside of me.
His hand is on my throat as he uses his grip to meet his deep thrusts. “Look at me, Cartier.”
My eyes slowly peel open, my head spinning from the comedown.
“You wanna be a good girl for me?”
I nod, but it’s hard to move because of his grip. He slides his thumb into my mouth, the corner of his mouth curving upward. “Ride me.”
We switch around and he slides beneath me, reaching up to unlatch the holds on my wrists. As soon as they’re released, my hands slam onto either side of his head and I roll my hips over him. I watch as his mouth forms a little O when I grind over his cock and clench around him tightly when I rise up. Falling back down, he tilts his head back as his eyes roll to the back and the veins that spiderweb over his throat swell against his tattoos.