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)
“Quiet. You disobeyed, Aria. I warned you against that.”
He did indeed. It doesn’t mean I was determined to exactly obey, though, and he ought to know that.
Does he? Was that a test?
That was absolutely a test and I failed it.
Was he looking for a reason to punish me?
Over his shoulder, I’m a little disoriented and unsure of where we’re going next. By now, I know the layout of his home so well, I know he’s heading for the bedrooms. His bedroom — ours, maybe?
He walks with firm, steady footsteps. I realize he’s dressed again when his cell phone rings in his pocket.
“Not now. I have important business I’m working on. Can it wait?”
Important business.
“I’ll talk to you when I’m done. Instruct the others not to interrupt me.”
The voice on the other end asks a question.
He barks out a reply. “Until I’m finished.”
His pace accelerates. I wait for him to lecture or to tell me something about what I’ve done, but our march is in utter silence. When we reach the bedroom, he pushes the door open with his foot and brings me straight to the bed.
“On your hands and knees, chest down, ass up.”
My belly quivers. I nod wordlessly against him, half terrified of what he’s going to do to me.
I roll over onto my belly and do what he says, ass up, chest down. My arms lay straight out in front of me. Since this is a massive bed, I have plenty of room. This is the first time he’s had me in this position, though.
My mind races with possibilities. Why this position? He could spank me again with something, he could fuck me from behind. He could take my ass, or…gah. He could do damn near anything he wanted.
I shiver in anticipation. Was chasing that climax worth this? At the time, I was pretty sure it was. Now? I’m not so sure.
“I’m disappointed in you, Aria.” His voice sounds distant and a bit muffled. Is he in the closet? “I planned on giving you the best orgasm of your life. Waiting until I tell you to come means building to a better experience. And I thought I’d emphasized already the utter importance of your obedience.”
I nod into the bed. You did. Yup, you did, nothing to see here, folks.
The only way I know he’s enjoying this is because his accent has thickened. “And now, instead of one perfect orgasm, you’ll be punished instead.”
With my ass in the air and head on the bed still, I nod to him.
I can hear him gathering things behind me but can’t see what they are. I’ll have my answer soon enough.
I try to talk myself off the ledge, to quell my churning nerves. He hasn’t beaten you. He’s heavy-handed but very protective of you. If he were going to hurt you wouldn’t he have done it by now?
My aching ass is a vivid reminder that he hasn’t exactly coddled me.
I hear the echo of his footsteps as he draws nearer to me. I shiver when his mouth brushes my ear. “You look so beautiful lying on our bed wearing my stripes. So beautiful.”
Somehow hearing him call the bed ours makes my heart melt a little.
Gently, he gathers the hair at the nape of my neck and swoops it over my shoulder. His lowered voice is the tone I’ve come to recognize as dangerous. “You wanted an orgasm, Aria. You’ll get exactly what you wished for.” I stifle a gasp when he nips my ear and pay close attention to the way he makes his way down my spine until he reaches my ass.
Wait. He’s going to punish me with an orgasm?
Framing my hips with his massive hands, he bends down and brushes his lips to each hot, flaming cheek.
“Beautiful.”
Something cold hits my inner thigh, and my hips buck.
“You’re so skittish, little hacker,” he says in a tone that could almost be described as teasing. I swallow and nod.
“Maybe a little.”
The rough feel of his palm against my ass makes me hiss in a breath. Again, the warmth of his cheek to mine, his mouth to my ear. “You should be. I thought you’d know by now that disobeying me wouldn’t be a very smart choice. It seems I haven’t done my duty as your husband, have I?”
While a very small part of me wants to protest and push against him, reminding him that these aren’t the Dark Ages anymore…my body teems with need. I crave the utter weight of his dominance and command with a raw, visceral need that quickly trumps all logic. I swallow and lick my lips before I finally nod.
Yes. Yes, he hasn’t done a very good job with his husbandly duty, has he?
Gah!
I clench the bedspread in my hands and try not to imagine what torturous device he has pressed up against my hips. When he pushes it higher against my folds, the hint of vibration and cold makes me shiver.