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)
A different kind of pressure coiled through her pussy and exploded without warning. Full-body shocks rippled off her, loosening every last knot. The stroke of his cock bumped the pulsating spot inside her, over and over, drawing out her release. Her muscles seemed to melt into the bed, her exhales vibrated with her moans, and the heated look in his penetrating eyes carried her away.
Twitches skated along her body, and her breathing calmed, even as his hips continued to flex and his fingers pressed against her throat. His rhythm sputtered and his muscles went taut.
Buried inside her, his body rigid and eyelids pinched, he groaned through a gaping mouth. If he thought she was beautiful, he should look in the mirror while he came. Suffocating under the clamp of his hand, she could die this way, watching him. What a way to go.
“Breathe, Charlee.”
She couldn’t. His fingers were still pressing against her throat. She yanked on his arm, and it wouldn’t budge. A dizzying cloud weighted her movements.
“Focus on how loose my fingers are and take a breath.” His eyebrows slammed together. “Now.”
Why wouldn’t he release her? Lungs burning, she sucked in a gulp of air. Another and another. The fog in her head thinned and scattered. She moved her hands up his arm, felt his fingers locked around her neck. No pain. Just a heady feeling of restraint. “You’re not hurting me.” Holy shit. How did he do that? He fucked her, brought to orgasm, but where was the pain? Her chest swelled with adoration. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“No. And I never constricted you harder than this.” His grip fell away and the sudden loss of it shriveled her with insecurity, no longer protected under the detainment of his hand.
Before she could dwell on how fucked up that logic was, he rolled them, flattening her body over his with a hand sliding down her spine. “You okay?”
She dropped her cheek on his chest and let the strong beat of his heart fortify her. “I don’t know. How did you do that? There was no pain…and I came…and why couldn’t I breathe?”
He stroked her hair and spread the layers across her back. “You were breathing just fine right up until you climaxed. Then you locked up.” He tapped her temple.
Did he think it was all in her head? He’d tricked her, dammit. How had she not perceived what was real and not real? Heart hammering, she let her hair slide forward and curtain her face.
“Charlee, look at me.”
She did, and he stared back from beneath dark brows. “I don’t think it’s the pain that gets you off. It’s the anticipation…the fear of it.”
Her rebuttal scrambled to the tip of her tongue and hung there. Wasn’t that how she found release during masturbation? She would think about depraved acts, anticipate them, and yes, fear them. “And you learned this in one night?”
“It was a long night.” He held her chin in the brace of his hands and kissed her, far-reaching and persistent and full of teeth. With a nip to her nose, he pulled back. “Let me show you something.”
She followed him to the bathroom, his unfinished tattoo waving at her through the flex of his shoulders. The outline of flames and curling skin and riveted steel beneath made her fingers itch to complete it. “I need to finish your back.”
He threw a glowing smile over his shoulder that sent her heart tumbling. “Soon.”
In front of the vanity, he turned her back to the mirror and hooked his arms around her waist. His cock jerked against her thigh, and she looked up with an arched eyebrow.
“Ignore it. Look behind you. What do you see?”
Twisting to peer beyond her shoulder, she flinched at how the artificial light glared off her white skin. “A pasty girl in desperate need of some sun.” She caught his glare in the mirror.
A muscle ticked in his cheek. “Don’t you dare tan that pretty hide.” The corners of his mouth kicked up. “That’s my job.”
“Har har. What am I looking at?”
“Bruises. Discoloration. Blemishes. Any of the usual post-pain leftovers.”
She squinted at her reflection. A couple of pink lines marked her shoulder. Otherwise, her skin was flawless. “I don’t understand. The implements you struck me with should’ve left marks.”
“I think after the first hit of the pole, your mind stayed in the zone without your body needing further punishment. You tensed before each strike and that’s when you seemed to be the most turned on. As long as I kept you guessing, I could feint a lot of the follow-through.”
“Like the choking.” She turned that over in her head. The collar of his hand hadn’t strangled her. She’d held her breath, imagined danger associated with it. “Wow. I’m a head case.”
He pinched her chin, angling it until her body followed so he could look her directly in the eyes. “No, Charlee. You’re a survivor, packing all kinds of hidden weapons. But I’ll be honest.” His hand moved to the back of her head and his forehead lowered to hers. “Hurting you is a very difficult thing for me to do. I’ll do it. Whatever you need, even as I hope like hell I’m right about this.”