Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Neil led me into the bedroom and halted at the end of the impossibly huge canopy bed. I still held the jacket in my teeth, and he leaned down to take it from me, brushing his fingertips across my cheek. “Good girl. Your knees must be aching by now.”
“They are, Sir.” Though I hadn’t realized the extent of my discomfort until he’d mentioned it.
“Stand up.” He offered me his hand, and I took it. The warmth of his palm against mine made me long for his touch, to have him pressed to me, bare skin to bare skin. The contact was too achingly brief. He released me and went to the head of the bed, took one of the plush cushions,then tossed it unceremoniously on the floor. He snapped his fingers and pointed to it. “That should help ease the pain.”
I dropped to my knees, breathless, and licked my lips as Sir stood in front of me with his hand on his fly. He unzipped with one hand and caught my wrist with the other. He guided my fingers inside his pants, to curl around his hardening length.
“You want to suck my cock.” It wasn’t an order. It was plainspoken truth. “I can hear you begging silently with every breath.”
The flesh beneath my fingers grew firmer.
“Beg me, Sophie. Out loud.” He pushed my hand away and parted his fly, pulling his penis from his boxer briefs. He held it in front of my face with one hand, the head tantalizingly close. He had to feel my rushed breathing against his skin. He had to know that a simple flick of my tongue over my lips would wet us both.
“Beg to suck my cock.”
My body was already pleading with him. My gaze transfixed on the object of my desire, I whispered. “Please, Sir. Please let me suck your cock.”
He took a step back. That simple scrape of his shoe against the marble, the shushing threat of denial, broke me. I threw myself forward, clinging to him, rasping, “Please!”
His laugh held a dark potential that shivered through me. Every time we were together like this, even if we did things we’d done a hundred times before, it felt like something new and dangerous.
“I was only teasing,” he said, sinking his hands in the hair at the back of my head. He gripped it close to my scalp, pulling without hurting. “You don’t think I would withhold on our wedding night?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” My lips were so close to the head of his cock that my lips brushed it when I spoke.
He tightened his grasp on my hair and forced his erection into my mouth. Though not much force was required. I opened, obedient and hungry to please him, and moaned in relief when he hit the back of my throat. He jerked my head back by my hair then slammed me forward again. I gagged and sputtered, and my thighs clenched. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but it wasn’t like I could ask with ten inches of cock rammed down my throat. So, I whimpered and rocked and hoped he would understand my frustrated noises.
And, like the sexual psychic that he is, he ordered, “Touch yourself, Sophie.”
I wriggled my thighs apart and reached eagerly between, rubbing my clit with two fingers while he fucked my face. My throat would be sore in the morning.
He reached down with his free hand to stroke his fingers down my jaw. “Look at you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so beautiful as you do now.”
My stomach fluttered. I could think of a thousand times I probably looked more beautiful—the exhaustion of our wedding day was certainly not doing anything for my under-eye situation—but I knew exactly how he felt. This wasn’t the most daring we’d ever been together. He wasn’t out to shock me tonight. But everything felt different. The weight of the collar around my neck was nothing compared to the weight of the words inscribed inside it. I truly did belong to him. Now that it was official, I saw that with deeper clarity. I was meant to be with him. From that first, shuddering orgasm he’d given me as I’d lain over his lap in a hotel room eight years ago to the moment we’d stepped into this building, he’d been my Dom. I just hadn’t realized it back then. I hadn’t even consciously known that it was something I would want; I’d just naively asked him to spank me.
Approaching him in that airport had been the first impulsive thing I’d done in my adult life, and it was the best decision I’d ever made.
My fingers sped up, and I gasped around his cock as his thrusts gained speed. My shoulders tensed, and I rose up a bit on my knees. I heard Sir admonish, “Sophie, do not come!” but it was far too late to stop. I moaned in relief and dismay. I was never, ever supposed to come without his permission, and definitely not against his direct orders.