Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Horny as fuck,” I rasp.
He shoots me a wolfish grin and nods. “Perfect.”
I watch him strip, my mouth dry, unabashedly taking in every glorious detail of his exquisite body. This is no show, though, as he looks away and carelessly tosses his clothes to the floor. As if he doesn’t know how hot he is, all strength and muscles, this big strapping man who just punished me then held me with the gentlest touch has me so ready to take him. I’m no virgin, but I’ve never slept with a real man.
“It’s funny to me that you have tattoos,” I tell him, letting my eyes lazily roam the black markings that snake up his arms.
Shrugging, he mutters. “A drunken effort to piss off my mother.”
“Did it work?”
“Oh yeah,” he says. “She screeched like a banshee and told me she was writing me out of the will.”
“Good,” I tell him. “For what it’s worth, I approve.”
He’s stripped to his boxers now, the length of his erection making me swallow hard with nerves. Like everything about Liam, he’s huge.
“For what it’s worth?” he repeats with a wry smile. “I’m glad you do.”
I grin at him, and he smiles back, and in that moment, we’re more than two people with a contract. And then my mind goes hazy and my body takes over, because he’s on me, and he smells so fucking good, and hell, this man knows how to touch me.
“There are so many things I want to do to you.”
“Oh yeah, handsome?” I whisper. I want to know what I’m in for, and I want him to do those things to me.
“Hot wax,” he says. “Christ, how gorgeous you’ll look covered with wax.”
“Sounds… painful,” I say with a smile. “But I’m game.”
“Doesn’t have to be painful,” he says, his breath hot on my cheek. I gasp when he draws his tongue along my cheekbone and moans. “I want to lick every inch of you. The taste of your pussy haunts my fucking dreams.”
“Jesus,” I whisper, so turned on I think if he breathes on my pussy I’ll climax. “What else do you want to do?”
“Clamps,” he says.
“Fair.”
“Shibari.”
“Oooh. That’s the rope thing?”
He chuckles, dragging his tongue to the valley of my breasts, and I catch my breath. “Yeah, baby. That’s the rope thing.”
“What exactly do you do after I’m tied up, though?”
The ravenous grin he gives me makes my heart take a tumble. “Anything I fucking want.”
He dips his mouth to my breast and pulls my nipple between his teeth so hard it hurts. I arch when he suckles and laves my breast.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Jesus.” It’s torturous and beautiful. I want him to stop and I need him not to. The contradictions he draws out in me leave me panting with need.
Pinching and kneading my left breast while he suckles and nips my right, he grinds his erection against me. I rise to meet him, and want to touch him, but a tug of my wrists reminds me I’m still tied. Then he’s moving lower, to my belly, and I don’t want his mouth there because I don’t like my belly. But I can’t tell him that, because I’m not allowed and I have to stay right here, in this moment, liking what I can and letting go of what I can’t control.
And somewhere, deep inside me, where my fears lay… I want that.
“I can feel you tensing, Cora,” he warns. Can he?
“You’re fucking beautiful. Say it.”
“Liam…”
“Say. It.”
But I can’t, the words are caught in my throat and I don’t know how to let them free.
“Do you want another round with the cane?”
Is he joking? Would he really?
“No, but I—you wouldn’t!”
“Sure as hell would. I’m totally fucking serious.” And he is. I can tell by the way his voice grows hard and his eyes meet mine.
“I… but you…”
“You do what I say,” he says, with a warning slap to my thigh. “You get one more chance before I get the cane.”
“Oh my God,” I tell him. “You’re ruthless.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve only just begun.”
“Okay, okay, I—” I close my eyes and say it in one breath. “I’m beautiful.”
My reward is a swipe of his tongue though my swollen folds.
“Ohmigod.”
“Say it again.”
I shake my head and he bites my inner thigh, so I scream out without thinking, “I’m beautiful!”
He plunges fingers in my core and pumps once, twice, three times. My back arches and I ache with need for him.
“Again.”
“I’m beautiful,” I choke out, hardly able to breathe, because he’s suckling my clit while pumping his fingers in me, and I might die if I don’t come like right now.
He takes his mouth off me just long enough to repeat. “Again, Cora.”
“I’m beautiful,” I whisper as he glides his body up mine and holds me to his chest.
“I’m beautiful,” I whisper without the prompting this time, because I know that every time I say this now he rewards me, and fuck, I want that reward. His cock is hot at my entrance, gliding through my folds, then he’s stroking the head along my clit.