Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
He lifted his mouth from me for a second. “I always dreamed of having you like this,” he murmured. “Flat on your back and helpless, begging me to let you come.”
I panted and half-opened my eyes. The sight of him, kneeling over me like a tattooed colossus, was almost enough to send me over the edge. “I don’t...”—I fought to untangle my thoughts—“recall... begging.” A fresh wave of heat went through me, twisted and dark. It wrapped the orgasm like black silk ribbons and cinched it even tighter.
Gennadiy’s eyes gleamed. He licked me again, teasing my clit and watching my reaction, giving me just not quite enough sensation to crest my peak. When he spoke, his lust made his accent stronger than ever. “Beg me, Agent Brooks!”
I felt all our teasing competitiveness come back, but with a deep, trusting love replacing the hate. It took hold of me, rocketing me upwards. “Never!” I told him, like some sort of haughty princess.
“Then you don’t get to come,” He gave me one last, mocking lick and then lifted his mouth from me.
I glared...and scissored my legs behind his head, pulling him to me and pressing myself hard against his lips. “Sure about that?” I asked.
His eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in mock-anger. You’ll pay for this.
I tightened my grip. I didn’t fear the consequences, I wanted them.
Staring right into my eyes, Gennadiy thrust his tongue deep, his upper lip grinding against my clit, and—
I arched off the bed and tossed my head against the sheets as the orgasm tightened and tightened...and then exploded, sending trembling waves all the way down my body and making me helplessly rock and grind against his face as he licked and licked. I rode him through it and then loosened my legs from around his head. He let my ass slide gently out of his hands and I collapsed on the bed, pleasure-drunk and glowing.
I heard him get off the bed. Then his heavy footsteps as he walked around to the head of the bed. His hands closed on my bare shoulders and I was roughly flipped onto my front.
His lips brushed my ear. “My turn, now.”
I was still ten thousand feet up, basking on a fluffy pink post-orgasm cloud, so I just sort of grunted. Then I was tugged forward and upwards, onto my knees, and something was wrapping around my wrists.
I opened my eyes.
I was kneeling with my arms stretched out in front of me. Gennadiy had unfastened one of the golden, silky ropes that secured the four poster’s curtains and slipped its loops over my wrists. As I watched, he cinched the rope tight, securing my wrists to the smooth wooden post.
Oh yeah. Consequences.
I tried to wriggle free of the ropes and found I couldn’t. Well of course he knows how to tie people up. That shouldn’t have been a surprise. What was a surprise was the needy thread of heat that shot straight down to my core and made me secretly crush my thighs together.
“Your safe word,” Gennadiy told me, “can be duck.”
I craned my head around and glared at him...and then I gave him a curt little nod.
I expected him to fuck me but instead he slid around on the bed and inserted his legs under me so that I was on my knees, bent over his lap. I could feel his cock hardening through his boxers beneath me.
“Someone,” he told me, “needs a lesson.” He ran one big, tattooed hand over my upraised ass cheek. “Don’t they?”
“No,” I said, innocent and just a little taunting. He’s just kidding, right?
“I’ve been wanting to do this since that night in my office,” he told me. He squeezed my ass and I jerked. “Ready?”
He’s definitely just teasing, there’s no way he’d actually—
There was a rush of air and then the crack of skin on skin. An instant later, the pain arrived, a white-hot, spreading shock. My mouth dropped open...and then my lips went slack because a different feeling overtook the pain, a kind of heat I’d only ever had hints of before, trembly and all-consuming.
His hand cracked down again. Another flash of pain. Another rush of heat, spreading across my ass like a forest fire. What was that?!
Three and I instinctively tried to tug my hands free, so I could protect myself...and when I found I genuinely couldn’t, the heat rose even higher, washing over my entire body.
Four and the pain wasn’t even pain, anymore, it was a flash of lightning that preceded the thunder-roll of pleasure through my body.
Five, six, seven and my entire world narrowed down to his big, tattooed hand cracking against my ass in slow motion.
Eight and he suddenly thrust his other hand underneath me and began to rub my sopping folds. Nine and I was helplessly writhing and twitching in his lap and oh God I’m going to come. Ten and with the final spank my body tensed...and then shuddered and spasmed as the shock climax rolled through me. When I finally stopped moving, I craned around again and stared at him, awestruck. It wasn’t just the near-instant orgasm. My own toxic anger, already calmed just from being near him, had dropped away to nothing, as if I’d just ridden my bike or had a sparring match. I felt almost drunk, and somehow cleansed.