Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
Oh God, it was so overwhelming, everything below her waist was beginning to numb. Which might’ve explained why she didn’t notice the plug easing into her ass until he popped it past the ring of muscle.
Ahhhh. No pain. Only a heavenly tingle and a dominating sense of fullness. Never had pleasure accompanied anything penetrating her ass. Was this what it was supposed to feel like?
The buzz of the wand increased that pleasure, winding her tighter and tighter. Her arousal concentrated, contracting, building. “Jay. Fuck. Oh God.”
His hands caressed her ass, her back, and paused to knead her shoulders. His lips followed the same path until they veered off and met hers. He licked her gaping mouth, circled his tongue inside. “Come, Charlee. Come, now.”
It was there, teetering, ready to spill. She rocked against the powerful whir of the wand and clenched the muscles in her ass, reaching, straining—
Whack.
Pain zapped across the back of her thigh and all the air rushed from her lungs in a surge of body-stunned pleasure. An immense feeling of elation swam through her, ripping away everything except the trembling bliss taking over her body and the man consuming her mouth. It arched her back, emptied her thoughts, and weighted her limbs. So fucking good. Better than any before it. The best sensation she’d ever experienced. She floated through it, fevered and sated.
The vibrator clicked off, and he rose on his knees. “Ready for another?”
Jesus. She panted, lost to the residual tremors tickling through her body.
The ties at her ankles loosened, released. His arms came around her torso, flipping her, the rope crossing above her head.
“So you liked the garden pole? Should’ve started with that, hmm?” He smiled down at her looking pretty damned pleased with himself. As he should’ve been. He’d rocked her. Hard.
“The pole pushed me over— I can’t believe your aim was that good considering you were kissing me when you swung.”
His smile widened. “The pole has a nice reach.”
“Well done, but the sensual build-up was what got me there. You…uh…really know how to make a high-maintenance girl feel loved.”
The gold in his brown eyes sparked. “Only you, Charlee. And you’re not high-maintenance. In fact, now that I’ve gone through orientation, I’m about to show you how easy it is to service you.” He reached a hand between her legs and put pressure on the plug.
She dropped her legs open, gasping.
“Yeah, you’re ready for round two.”
Round two rolled into three, and four, and hell, she lost count. Her anger with him had deserted her with the first orgasm, giving way to adoration. He trussed her up in various positions, nipple clamps dangling, ice pellets melting in her pussy. She begged him to stop, to keep going, harder, slower. Mostly, she begged him to fuck her. He ignored her pleas with a snap of the drumstick on her breast or the wave of the cheese grater. Like that was a threat.
As each orgasm faded, she swore she couldn’t reach another. He pushed her until she lay slumped over the hard ridges of his body, both of them smothered in sweat and exhaustion.
Free of the binds, she stretched a hand between them and gripped his erection through his pants. For two hours, she’d watched it stretch his fly, waiting for it to rip a hole through the leather. “Your turn.”
He grabbed her wrist and removed her hand. “No. This is my penance.”
The break in his voice undid her. “Jay, please. You don’t need—”
“Let it be, Charlee.” He pulled her further up his chest and cupped her head against his throat.
The blend of pain and pleasure he’d gifted her exceeded her expectations, but that wasn’t what freed the things that had been tightening her chest for so damn long. He’d given her something that wasn’t easy for him to give and he’d done so without taking.
Yeah, her anger with him was long gone. In its place was a soaring, unsuspecting love.
As she settled into the steady rise and fall of his chest, a startling realization tumbled over her. He whipped her and stretched her ass and commanded her every move. And not once, had Huntress whispered through her head.
69
The bedside clock read ten, and the sun beating through the glass doors agreed. Yet, Jay lay like a dead man beneath Charlee. No, not dead. His chest emitted warmth and vibrancy. With his head lolled on the pillow, his heartbeat pulsed against the arch of his throat.
She shouldn’t wake him. Lord knew he needed sleep, but his penance for the prior night was over. She eased off him, tugged down the sheet, past his waist, to his feet, and revealed a golden landscape of dipping and cresting muscles.
He’d lost his pants sometime in the night. No surprise there. She couldn’t understand how he wore leather, let alone slept in it. But damn, it cupped him in all the right places. Her mouth watered.