Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Yes. God, yes.”
He took her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, pinching. It was quick and hard and would flare through her like a flash fire. Sure enough she whimpered and squirmed, rubbing against his dick. Every movement sent a hardcore thrill through him. “What do you call me?”
“Joshua.” Her voice was breathless, the words shaky as they left her lips. “Joshua, yes, I love how it feels.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, Joshua. I want more. Please, could I have more?”
He started up again, a slow circle of that sweet button of hers. She was slippery and getting wetter by the minute. She certainly hadn’t lied about wanting sex, and she wasn’t being coy about asking for it. “I like it when you’re polite, pet. Something about a sub sweetly asking me to let her come works for me, do you understand?”
“I do.” Her hands clutched at his sides, bracing herself against him, while her feet had hooked around his calves, holding her knees wide for him.
“And are you thinking about who might be watching?”
She shook her head. “I don’t care.”
“You don’t care if they’re watching you from the beach? I’ve got your legs spread wide, and that soft pussy of yours is lit by the sunset. Do you think it’s all the colors of the sunset? Coral and pink? Your cream like the foam from the waves?”
“You’re killing me.” Her head nestled against his neck. “And no. I don’t care if someone is watching me.”
“Shane is going to be walking back up the beach any minute now. He’s patrolling the grounds. He could see you like this and I wouldn’t care as long as he knows not to touch,” he whispered. He rolled her nipple again. “I’m going to enjoy showing you off, letting everyone see how lovely my submissive is, but I won’t share you.”
“That wasn’t in the contract,” she pointed out. “You have the right to share me if you like.”
He pinched her hard again, the idea repugnant to him. “I don’t like. I won’t like, so if that’s a sweet kink of yours, the dry spell is going to continue.”
“I don’t need a bunch of lovers. I don’t need to be shared. I do desperately need you to put a tiny bit more pressure on me. Please.”
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you come. Take it from me. Come all over my hand and let your Master know how much you appreciate him.”
He pressed down, his thumb finding her clit and rotating in a way that was bound to please her. Control was the most important thing. Control and restraint. It was his job to send her carefully over the edge and hers to let go and go wild.
Her hips started to pump as though she couldn’t help herself, little thrusts against his thumb. A low moan came from her throat, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more from her. Needed it. Very carefully, he licked the shell of her ear before giving it a hard nip.
She screamed out, her whole body tense. Every muscle stiffened and she cried out again. Breath panted from her lips and he felt her heartbeat hammering in her chest. Her arousal coated his fingers.
All in all a perfectly satisfactory experience. She responded beautifully. She was hot as hell.
His cock throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to turn her around, open his slacks, and thrust deep inside her. She would bounce on his cock until she screamed again and he would empty himself into her.
In about ten seconds. No. He was in control. In control of her, and definitely in control of himself. He would come tonight, but his dick would wait until he’d proven his point.
“Excellent, pet.” He helped her sit up. “Now I would like for you to stand.”
A throaty laugh came from her mouth. Her ass wiggled against his cock, teasing and tempting and damn near sending him over the edge. “Are you sure about that?”
A mistake. Excellent because he’d been almost ready to give in, and he never fucking gave in. He took his hands away, bringing them up and leaving her without balance. It forced her to stand awkwardly.
“Okay, that was my bad,” she said, not turning his way. She leaned over the table, her palms down as though she needed a moment. “I promised not to question you.”
At least she understood what she’d done wrong. “Go to the dungeon, sweetheart. I need a moment. I want you naked and kneeling to greet me when I come in.”
She turned. “I’m sorry, Joshua.”
He knew he should be cold, should withhold, but he was sick of the chill. He found himself giving her a small smile. “We’ll find our way. Now go and give your poor Master a moment so he can properly discipline you.”
She stared down at him. “You’re different than I thought you would be. Should I take these plates down?”