Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Maybe he was going to go easy on him today.
North felt a brush of disappointment at that thought but pushed it to one side. He should be grateful that he got to come.
Sometimes he didn’t. Those were the worst punishments. He’d rather be whipped with Jared’s belt than be put through orgasm denial.
But he should have known better. Suddenly, Jared grasped hold of his dick firmly, making North gasp.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jared said in a fake voice.
Red alert.
Jared never said sorry and meant it. He never apologized.
North was in trouble.
Swallowing heavily as he tried to dampen his rising arousal, North glanced down at the other man.
His boss. His lover. His Dom.
His fucking salvation.
North would be nothing without Jared. Which is why he would do anything for him.
So why don’t you give him what he truly seems to want?
North knew about the photo in Jared’s bedside drawer. He’d seen one of the toys she used to sleep with in Jared’s wardrobe, tucked away out of sight. Jared had found it outside somewhere after North helped her escape.
It made North wonder about his choices that night . . . and he hated regretting things that had already happened. He hated thinking at all.
North was a man of instinct. Of action.
Thinking was such a waste of time.
People would get much more done if they just stopped thinking.
“Bend over the desk. You need to be punished,” Jared told him.
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
He really did. For more than Jared realized. Because the other man didn’t know what he’d done . . . if he found out . . .
North swallowed heavily. Sometimes he wondered if he wanted Jared to know.
To hurt him.
Turning, he bent over the desk and Jared reached under him to grab his cock again.
“What are you being punished for, my boy?”
North couldn’t hold back his shudder.
Fuck, that made him hot.
“Not going to talk? Have you gone non-verbal?”
“I don’t go non-verbal,” North told him.
That was something a Little might do. Not him.
“Well, that was a challenge if I ever heard one.” Jared reached around and grabbed his dick again, running his hand lightly up and down it.
Up. Down.
“Do it harder,” North demanded.
Smack! Smack!
Jared slapped his hand down on North’s ass.
Oh. Fuck.
How did that feel so good? The pain, along with being under Jared’s complete control, was a heady mix.
It gave him a high that was far healthier than anything else he’d tried.
Jared slapped him again. “You don’t get to make demands, boy. Because you’re not in charge, are you?”
“I’m in charge,” North said, just to poke and provoke.
It was their thing.
They both knew that Jared had full control.
Safe. Sane. Consensual.
Jared had tried drumming that into North’s head. As well as the need for a safeword.
North didn’t really give a shit about any of that stuff. North was confident that there was very little that he couldn’t take. And if Jared went too far? Well, North knew he wouldn’t, but if he did it wasn’t like there was anyone to mourn North, was there?
Sounded morbid, but that was the truth.
“Do not go drifting into your head, boy. Stay here,” Jared ordered, moving his hand away from North’s cock to squeeze his balls.
Motherfucker.
That damn well hurt.
And North was pretty certain that precum leaked from the tip of his dick.
Yeah, he was twisted.
But Jared knew that and still wanted him.
There’s no way that Angie would want him if she knew the truth.
Why was he thinking about her? He didn’t even like her, let alone care what she thought of him.
North didn’t care what anyone thought of him but Jared.
There was no way he could have anything so . . . soft in his life. And she’d probably scoff at being called soft because Angie definitely had some sharp edges. She’d wrapped herself up in barbed wire and landmines and he couldn’t blame her.
Not after the hell that she’d lived through.
Smack! Smack!
“No thinking. Do I need to tie you up and play with your cock until you scream? Do I need to put you in a cock cage for the day? Deny you any orgasms. Hmm? Is that what you need?”
“No, Sir,” he replied. The last thing he wanted was to not come.
“Then give me all of your attention. I’m going to make you scream and beg. For ignoring me. For mentioning other men’s cocks. But mostly because I know you need it.”
Yeah. That was what he needed.
Jared started his torture again and North was determined not to give in.
At least not too easily.
So he bit his lip and held onto his control. How long he was going to manage, he didn’t know.
Jared paused every so often to spank him. The pain only added to his need.
Christ.
The other man was going to fucking kill him.
Jared played with his dick for so long that North actually started shaking. He couldn’t believe that such a light touch could affect him like this. But here he was, trembling and panting, on the verge of begging.