Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
There was no give in the man’s words. She slid off the table, kicked off her shoes and dragged off her pants and undies before doing exactly as he asked. He needed some control, and it was hers to give him. That was the exchange. Control for pleasure.
At least that was the exchange here. In their normal lives it would be so much more. They would exchange vows. They would give of themselves to try to ensure the other’s happiness.
Her days would be better because she shared them with him. No matter how many they had left.
She gripped her wrists behind her back, a position that forced her breasts out.
Jared stood in front of her, staring down at her chest. “Tell me you’re mine.”
She’d done a number on him. “I’m yours.”
She was through fighting. Hadn’t she learned that sometimes submitting could be the sweetest thing she could do? Sometimes when she gave in, she got the most out. She was submitting to this man, giving over her heart and trusting him not to break it.
He needed her, too. He needed her to be his safe place.
He fell to his knees and cupped her right breast. She held her breath as he molded her to his hand and then leaned forward to capture her nipple between his lips. Pure arousal shot through her. She felt the tiny sting as he nipped at her, but it only heightened her need. He tongued her, moving back and forth between her breasts. She did her best to stay still, to give him what he wanted. After a few moments’ torture, the real fun began as he slipped the jeweled clamp on her right nipple, and then the left. The set was connected with a thin chain that hung below her breasts when he was done. She let the pain sink into her skin as he tightened the clamps. Heat rushed through her and she could feel her body getting soft and warm for him.
He sat back on his heels, staring at his work. He tugged gently on the chain that connected her breasts to each other and seemed satisfied with the way she gasped and squirmed.
“That’s better.” A single finger ran down the line of her body, from the valley of her breasts over her belly and down to her pussy. “Are you getting wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“I have to test it because you’ve been known to lie.”
“I didn’t lie, Jared. I just didn’t tell you everything.”
He slid a single finger over her clitoris, just enough to make her take a deep breath, to let him know how desperate she was starting to get. “I need you to understand that not telling me something incredibly important is tantamount to lying to me, and I won’t put up with it.”
That finger slid over her pussy, proving how slick she was. Being here with him was making her hot. If he rubbed her for even a few seconds she might be able to start the afternoon right. A spanking would be so much easier to take if she’d recently had an orgasm.
He pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips. He stared at her as he licked his fingers clean. The man knew exactly how to get to her. Watching him taste her made her think about what he could do when he put his mouth on her pussy and ate his fill.
“You weren’t lying about this at least.” He pulled a chair to the center of the little space and sat himself down, patting his lap. “Unfortunately, we need to get the punishment portion of this scene over with.”
Damn it. She’d hoped he would forget about that part. Still, it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy a spanking.
“Put yourself over my lap in ten seconds or I’ll double the punishment. You know what your safe word is. You’ve used it so recently.”
Okay, maybe she shouldn’t have used it that way. She hurried to lay herself over his lap. The clamps bounced and caused her to hiss at the stinging pain. He’d known exactly what he was doing, and she was deeply grateful she’d managed to avoid the figging he’d threatened her with.
“Count it out for me.”
Before she could respond to him, his hand came down on her ass and she had to hold on to his ankles. He hadn’t held back and the man worked out. He’d already proven his upper body strength. Did he have to do it again?
“I need a count, Sarah.”
Bastard. “One.”
He slapped her ass again.
“Two.” She gritted her teeth and tried to relax.
“You will never keep something like that from me again.” He slapped her ass another five times, pausing to let her count each time.
He didn’t wait for her to respond, merely went right back to his work.
She found a rhythm to his torture. Pain and heat, and then it sank into her skin, her muscles giving in and relaxing. Only to start over again. She counted each smack of his hand. He spread them out, peppering her ass with heat and sensation.