Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I want you in nothing but my collar.” His eyes burn with lust as he tosses my panties aside.
Cole’s hands slide up my body as he unhooks my bra and tosses it aside. Now I’m completely naked except for the cool metal collar encircling my throat. His eyes roam over me hungrily.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “And all mine.”
He lowers his head, trailing hot kisses along my collarbone and down to my breasts. I arch into him as he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. His hand kneads my other breast, thumb brushing over the hardened bud.
I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair. Cole nips at my breast in response, the sharp sensation making me gasp.
“Hands above your head,” he commands. “Don’t move them unless I say so.”
I obey, gripping the headboard as Cole continues his sensual assault on my body. His mouth blazes a trail of fire down my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel before moving lower. My hips buck involuntarily as he settles between my thighs.
“Stay still,” he orders, voice rough with desire. His breath ghosts over my most sensitive area. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”
The threat sends a jolt of arousal through me. Part of me wants to test his resolve, to see what punishment he might dole out. But a larger part craves his approval, wants to be good for him.
So I force myself to remain motionless as Cole’s tongue finally makes contact with my aching center. He licks a long, slow stripe up my slit before focusing his attention on my clit. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as he alternates between broad strokes and quick flicks of his tongue.
One of Cole’s hands grips my thigh, holding me open for him. The other slides up to squeeze my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations are overwhelming.
I struggle to keep still, my fingers clenching and unclenching around the headboard as waves of pleasure wash over me. Cole’s talented mouth works me relentlessly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
“Cole!” I cry out, unable to hold back. “Please, I need—”
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. “Not yet.” He stands from the bed and walks over to his bedside table and says, “Do you need some help being a good girl and keeping your hands above your head?”
I nod, my body thrumming with anticipation. Cole opens the drawer and pulls out a length of silky black rope. He returns to the bed, his eyes dark with desire.
“Wrists together,” he commands.
I comply immediately, holding my arms out in front of me. Cole’s fingers brush against my skin as he winds the rope around my wrists, creating an intricate pattern. The knots are tight enough to hold me securely but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. When he’s finished, he guides my bound hands back above my head, securing them to the headboard.
“Perfect,” Cole murmurs, running his hands down my now-restrained arms. “Now you can’t touch, even if you want to.”
He resumes his position between my legs, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. I whimper in anticipation, tugging lightly at my bonds.
“Remember,” Cole says, his voice low and commanding, “you don’t come until I give you permission.”
With that, he dives back in, his tongue working me with renewed vigor. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through me. The inability to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair or grip his shoulders, only heightens every sensation.
Cole alternates between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue against my clit. His fingers pump in and out of me, curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars. I’m writhing beneath him, desperate for release but determined to obey his command.
“Cole, please,” I gasp, my voice ragged with need. “I’m so close.”
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “Not yet,” he says, a wicked glint in his gaze. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
Cole moves up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. He teases me, rubbing the head of his cock along my slick folds. I strain against my bonds, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer.
“Please,” I beg, beyond caring how needy I sound. “I need you.”
“What do you need?” Cole asks, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me.”
“You,” I gasp. “I need you inside me. Please, Cole.”
“Ask the right way . . . like the good little submissive you are.”
I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. But the desire coursing through me overpowers any hesitation.
“Please, please,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”