Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
“You’re going to make me come, Sophie,” he growled against my neck. He grabbed my ass, digging his fingers in, and arched up from the bed with a groan of relief. This time, when I came, it wasn’t solely because of the torturous buzzing or the relentless fucking. As he shoved deep, pulsing into me, I gave over to one last, wrenching release, focused on his words. I made him come. It didn’t matter that I was tied up and totally unable to do anything but get fucked, I had made him come. The thought coaxed a half-sobbed moan from my lips. A drop of sweat fell from the tip of my nose, and I squirmed, the ropes, the vibrator, the throb of his flagging erection too much for me.
“Red,” I panted, scrambling to climb off him. I fell to the bed, trying to blow the hair out of my face. As Neil immediately began to work on the ropes around my wrists, I forced myself to remain patient. It was so strange, that the binding hadn’t bothered me before, but now I wanted to thrash and claw my way free.
“Easy now,” he murmured, loosening the ropes quickly. He massaged my wrists, my forearms, and rolled me onto my stomach to work on my back.
“What’s this for?” I groaned in relief as he kneaded my muscles, and I stretched my freed arms over my head. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“You were tied in one position for a good, long time, and I don’t want you to feel sore in the morning.” His big hands paused in their kneading of my muscles and he added, “Well, I don’t want your back sore, that is. I fear there’s no hope for the rest of you.”
I felt the hot blush in my face and muffled my giggles with the duvet. “Is my ass bruised?”
“Not bruised. Cherry red, though. And you’re hoarse, you should drink some water.” He left the bed and disappeared through the closet. I saw the bathroom light click on, and when Neil returned— unselfconscious in his nakedness, making my stomach do little backflips— he had not only a glass of water for me, but a little package of single-use toothbrushes. “For the morning,” he explained as he set my dental-care saviors on the empty nightstand. “So you don’t bolt from my bed the moment your eyes open.”
I smiled, remembering my panic at waking up with him that morning. “You’re such a thoughtful host.”
He smoothed his palm over my bottom. “Do you want me to get you some ice?”
I sat up and reached for the water. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was. “No. I like to feel it, remember?”
He picked up the vibrator from the bed and turned it off. “I’m going to go take care of this, take out my contacts then I’m going to come back to the feeling of a beautiful, naked woman in my arms. If that’s all right with you?” He waited for me to lower the water glass then kissed the tip of my nose.
“I’ll be here.” When he was gone, I wriggled down in the big bed and smoothed my sweaty hair back from my face. I thought of Neil sleeping in here, all alone. Then I thought of his wife, sleeping in here with him, and my stomach turned sour.
I looked at the bedside table on my side. Her side? Whichever, it was still a bare and depressing nightstand, all set up for the new woman’s weird tooth paranoia.
Neil came back and climbed beneath the covers beside me. “How did that go, then?”
“Amazing as always.” I fluffed up the pillows behind me. There was a serious four-per-person pillow situation going on. When I leaned back, it felt like I was never going to stop sinking. It was heavenly.
“Is there anything you’d want me to do differently? For next time?”
I loved the way his voice sounded late at night, sleepy and deep. I mulled the question over, sliding my fingers along the satin edge of the duvet where it lay across my chest. “No. Honestly, you’re very good at knowing what I need, and you ask what I want, which is good, too. I just don’t see what you get out of it.”
“I like the challenge.” He rolled to his side to face me, one arm over my stomach on top of the blankets. “It’s a bit like a puzzle for me, figuring out what it is that gives you the most pleasure. What you need to be able to give me your total submission.”
“Good luck with that, I don’t think I’ll ever be totally submissive.” I snorted.
He cupped my cheek, and just that small touch sent a shockwave of desire though me. Despite the fact that I was exhausted and should have been completely satiated, I wanted him again.