Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
He keeps me fixed in his burning stare as he slowly lowers his hand toward my breast, giving me time to refuse him.
I don’t move a muscle; I simply keep my back arched for him and wait for the sparks. I’m his wife, his equal. Dane thrives on control, but he’s willing to suffer for me.
He says he can’t live without me. In this moment, I believe that he truly would do anything for me. He put the tracker in me because he’s so desperate for me that he couldn’t bear the thought of losing me. It’s wrong that he did it without my consent, but now that he’s offered me the same in return, I know I can trust him with my heart.
His long fingers splay around the curve of my breast, and I’m quivering by the time the sparks jump. I shriek at the prickling burn on one of the most tender areas of my body, but I know Dane’s fingertips are packed with sensitive nerve endings too. He’ll experience the same sharp, sweet pain that’s tormenting me.
The knowledge goes straight to my head, and I release a low moan of raw need and desire for him. The power I hold over this formidable man is like nothing I’ve ever known, and I crave more.
He toys with my other breast, circling my nipple but not making contact with the taut bud. It throbs in time with my heartbeat, an ache that’s echoed in my pussy. My labia are swollen and wet with arousal, and my clit pulses madly.
“Breathe, Abigail,” he reminds me as I shudder beneath his cruelly erotic, electric touch.
I obey, drawing in a deep breath. When I exhale, he flicks only his forefinger, concentrating the sparks to a single, sizzling point that burns hotter than all five combined. The lightning dances directly over my nipple, and I scream at the shock of pain.
My core contracts, and an orgasm bursts through me with sudden, ruthless force.
His low laugh mingles with my ecstatic cry, and he flicks over my other nipple, prolonging my release.
“You are so perfect for me,” he praises. “My beautiful wife.”
He finally withdraws, severing the painfully sweet connection. I go limp, and all I can do is draw in panting breaths and stare up at my husband, taking in the hard planes of his muscular chest and his rippling abs. He looms over me, impossibly imposing, and I feel deliciously small in his shadow.
He grabs my hips, grounding us as he rolls onto his back. He easily arranges my body so that I’m straddling his face, my fluttering pussy only inches from his lush mouth.
“I’m going to release your hips, and then you’re going to ride my face,” he commands. “You control the current. You decide when and how I hurt you.”
My core clenches, and my heart soars. He’s still my dark god, my master, but he’s handing over control. With each deviant order, he’s proving to me how much he values and respects me. When we’re intimate and he treats me like his plaything, that respect isn’t diminished. Now I know that deep in my bones.
I keep my gaze locked on his as I slowly lower my pussy toward his waiting mouth. He extends his tongue, creating a point for the spark to jump between us. My thighs begin to shake in anticipation of the spike of hot pain, but I boldly offer my pulsing clit.
I shriek at the lick of searing pain to my most sensitive spot, and I quickly press myself fully against his tongue to ground us again. The brief pain disappears entirely, without even a shadow of the burning sensation that’d shocked me. Now there’s only the decadent pleasure of his mouth on me, his tongue toying with me in the way I like best.
My head drops back on a low moan, and I brace myself for another hit as I lift my hips. The sparks drag along my labia, crackling and dancing over my tender flesh in searing lightning strikes. I begin to roll my hips, alternating between pressing my pussy into his face and pulling back for his cruel, clever tongue to torment me.
I don’t know where the pain ends and pleasure begins. I want it all, and Dane gives me everything I demand of him. He takes his time feasting on me, and although I know he must be hurting, too, his low grunts are clear sounds of desire rather than pain.
When I can’t take any more of the carnal onslaught, I finally ease back just enough for him to flick my clit one last time. I come apart on a scream, and he licks away the shock as I ride him through my orgasm. When my legs start shaking too violently to hold me upright, he finally grabs my hips and lifts me off him.