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)
It took him a long time to acknowledge me. Waiting was its own kind of torture; I heard the soft clink of the cuffs and wondered if he’d fastened them to the discreet under-mattress loops, or just intended to leave my bound arms loose. I hadn’t seen a paddle, or the wand vibe that he loved to torture me with. The absence of these things heightened my anticipation.
“You’re breathing rather hard, Sophie.”
My arms ached from holding my pose. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re wondering what we’re going to do tonight?” The brush of his feet on the carpet stopped. “Would you like to know, tonight?”
I hardly ever wanted to know. A slow grin crossed my face. “Surprise me, Sir.”
“Look at me.”
I raised my eyes to his. I couldn’t disguise my giddy excitement. He seemed to be struggling to maintain his firm, intimidating demeanor, as well. He took my collar from my hands. “Stand up.”
I rose and shivered as he fit the metal band around my neck. The clasp closed, and my indrawn breath pulled a tight line from my groin to my chest. He trailed one finger along the line of the collar then down to my shoulder to brush back my hair. “You have the most beautiful smile. Let me have a taste.”
I knew the lip gloss would work.
He tilted my face up with two fingers and slowly lowered his mouth to mine. The wet slide of his tongue sent hot pulses to flood my pussy and engorge my clit. My chest rose; I wanted to put my arms around him, but he hadn’t invited me.
He raised his head, uttering a soft, short moan as our lips parted. During a scene, he was so controlled that any suggestion of the effect I had on him struck me like lightning.
“Happy birthday, Sir,” I told him, risking the consequences of speaking out of turn.
“Thank you, Sophie.” He motioned to the bed. “Go. I want you bent over.”
I walked to the bed slowly, with a deliberate sway to my hips. My tight dress fit every curve. I wished I could see the rear view. When I bent over, the bottom of the skirt just barely covered my ass. I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against the thick down comforter.
Neil knelt behind me. “Spread your legs, darling. There’s a good girl.”
I giggled and did as he commanded. He took my ankle in both of his big hands and nudged me to raise my foot. He slid off my pump then repeated the action on the other side. I squirmed a little. I couldn’t help it.
“Stay still,” he warned me, sliding both hands over my calf, up my thigh, under my skirt. The fingers of one hand dug into my ass,while the other skimmed between my legs. The tip of his thumb pushed under my panties and found my slit. The gentle brush across my labia slicked the fluid evidence of my arousal over my skin. I shivered at the touch; I hadn’t realized how much I had ached for him all night.
His thumb penetrated me with the slightest pressure. “Do you remember earlier, when I said you looked good enough to eat?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed as he pushed my skirt up.
His hands closed over my hips. He rolled my panties down my legs and rubbed his cheek against my ass. “I am going to eat you, Sophie. I’m going to restrain you and take as much of that delicious cunt as I want. Until you’re begging me to stop. Until you’re begging for my cock.”
“Oh yes, Sir.” I stepped out of my panties and widened my stance to allow him better access to my pussy.
He pressed a kiss to the round curve of one cheek before he stood and stepped away from me. “I think some birthday spankings are in order, however.”
“It’s not my birthday, Sir,” I reminded him with a little wiggle. “But I suppose—”
I heard the crack of his bare hand against my ass before I felt it, and I jumped on the balls of my feet.
“Marks or no marks?” He rubbed his palm over my flaming skin.
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth to subdue my moan. “Marks. Please, Sir.”
He sat beside me on the bed and patted his lap. “Come on.”
I straightened and he reached for me, steadying me as I lay over his lap and adjusted so that the brunt of my weight wasn’t on my ribs. Stroking a fingertip down my spine, he said, “Oh. Just one more thing I forgot.”
He reached past my head for something. I squinted through the hair falling in my face to watch him pull on one black leather glove.
“Ohhh,” I whispered, and caught my bottom lip between my teeth.
“What do you think?” he asked, smoothing circles over my ass through my dress.