Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
With the flat of his tongue, he licks where he bit, sending mixed vibrations all through me. I feel half wild with need and fear, the two emotions so irrevocably entwined I can hardly think straight.
“So sweet,” he whispers again, dragging his stubble along the sensitive skin. “You taste so sweet. Spread your legs and stay right where you are.”
With trembling knees, I obey. He grips my aching ass, leans in, and inhales my scent.
The first tentative press of his tongue to my clit feels like heaven. I gasp and jerk. No one’s ever done this to me before, and I’m already half-drunk. It’s so personal, so private, and yet—
So is being in his bed.
So is being over his lap.
So is riding his cock and obeying him.
I’m in so deep there’s no escaping.
He ravishes my pussy with his mouth, suckling and licking, nipping and fingering. I’m whimpering with need with every stroke of his tongue. Holding my gaze, he suckles my throbbing sex before lazily dragging the flat of his tongue along it again. Just when I think I’m going to soar into climax, he lifts his mouth. My eyes fly open and meet his.
His voice is a low drawl thick with his accent. “Tell me you’ll watch that mouth of yours, Aria.”
I nod crazily. “I will, I promise, I will.”
The warmth of approval in his eyes makes my heart thump madly. “That’s my good girl. That’s what I want to hear. Such a good, obedient girl you are. Now beg me for your climax, sweet girl.”
“Please, Mikhail. Please don’t stop,” I beg in a breathy whisper, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears. My entire world is centered on the need for the release he could grant me. My voice diminishes to a plaintive whisper. “Please.”
“Please what? Who am I?” He gives another lazy stroke of his tongue that makes my hips jerk with the first spasm of orgasm. He bites out his next words. “Say it.”
“Please, Mikhail.”
The sharp rasp of his teeth against my thigh makes me scream. I bite my lip.
“Say it.”
I want to scream and fight this, the claim over who I am to him, but the desperate, carnal need for release trumps all rational thought.
“Husband. Please, husband.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face and he holds my eyes. “Good girl. I’m so pleased with you, moya zhena. Ask permission before you come on my tongue. You do not climax until I tell you.”
What?
I reach for his hair and grasp it. “Mikhail, you made me call you husband and I did!” He damn near tore it out of me. “I can’t — you can’t —ooh.”
With a groan of pleasure, he buries his face between my legs and licks me again, a sensual stroke of his mouth to my clit. He’s already made me call him husband, he won’t make me ask for permission. I won’t. I let myself go, powerless to stop.
The first wave of pleasure hits me. I can’t hold myself back, no matter his instruction.
The next stroke of his tongue sends me soaring into ecstasy. I let myself go again. “Oh, God,” I moan, half delirious with pleasure while a small voice whispers a warning in the back of my head. I disobeyed him and he won’t like that.
If he stops—
But he doesn’t. He takes one quick second for a guttural groan and curse before he’s back at my pussy, riding me through wave after wave of perfect bliss until I finally sink back to the desk, wrung out like a rag doll.
He presses a kiss to my still-throbbing pussy.
“Beautiful. You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.” Another kiss, followed by a rough growl. “Even when you’re a naughty, disobedient little wife.”
Uh oh.
“I couldn’t stop myself! You were the one who was pushing me there!”
Why is he still kneeling between my legs? I don’t trust that look he’s giving me.
“You dare to compound disobedience with talking back?” His accent is in full swing as he shakes his head at me. “That won’t do, little hacker. Not at all. It seems I haven’t fully demonstrated my demand for your obedience.”
Ah, that might not be the issue. He’s absolutely demonstrated his need. I’m the one that’s not so sure this is for me.
I bite my lip, my thundering heart slowing only slightly. Slowly, he rises. I forgot for one brief moment when he was kneeling in front of me how tall and muscular he is. Now, lying on the desk with his full height looming over me, I am very, very aware.
My heart kicks up again. Will he spank me again? Use his belt again?
Or…something worse?
With a frown and subtle shake of his head, he bends and places me over his shoulder.
“Where are we —”
The sharp crack of his hand against my ass silences me. Yeowch that hurts when he spanks me over the sore place he punished earlier, like a slap over a sunburn.