Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Feels like it’s been a thousand.”
I cup her ass and run my palms down the backs of her legs, her breath catching.
“Are you ready to find out what it means to be my girl?” I ask, looking up at her. “It’s okay if you aren’t there yet.”
“I think I am.” She furrows her brow. “But I’m not into pain.”
“No pain, unless some light spanking counts.” I stand, unfastening my belt and pulling it through the loops. “But no control either. When I tell you to suck, you suck. When I tell you to take it, you take it.”
Her eyes flare open wider and she bites her lip. “Yes. I’m ready for that.”
I tip her chin up with my forefinger, gazing down at her. “You knew what you were doing when you tied this bow, didn’t you? You’re a gift I get to unwrap as slowly as I want. In whatever way I want.”
“Yes.”
“You never need a safe word other than stop with me, okay? You say stop and I stop.”
“Okay.” Her chest moves up and down with her quick breaths. “Are you ... like, you’re so sweet and gentle, but this is a side of you I didn’t know about.”
“I want you to be comfortable. We can keep it like last time if you want.”
“No!”
The way she practically yells it makes me smile.
“No, I want ... what you were planning. I just don’t want any other woman to see this side of you ever again.”
I arch my brows, amused. “I feel the same way about you, and I don’t plan to show anyone else this side of me.”
“Are you going to spank me with your belt?”
“You’re not ready for that yet. And no more questions. Get on your knees.”
She drops to the ground and I pull my tie off and undo the first button on my shirt. Her eyes roam to my erection, which is near eye level for her.
“You’re thirsting for my cock, aren’t you?”
She nods and licks her lips.
I’m slow with the buttons, enjoying her anticipation.
“You can take it deep, can’t you? You wear something slutty like that, you better be ready to take my cock deep in every hole.”
“Yes.” She whimpers the word, doing it again when I thread my fingers into her hair and tug.
I return to my shirt, finishing with the buttons and pulling it off. My undershirt comes off next, and then I unfasten my pants.
Her eyes plead with me as I move my zipper down and slide my pants from my hips until they fall to the floor. When I do the same with my boxer briefs, she looks up at me obediently.
I sit down at the end of the bed and she kneels before me. I bend forward to cup her face and kiss her. When I lean back, she’s breathless.
“Suck,” I tell her.
She licks the tip first, swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently.
“That’s right,” I say in a low tone, my hand in her hair. “Who does this cock belong to?”
She gently wraps her hand around my shaft, her mouth releasing its hold. “Me.”
“You better take good care of it.”
She moans softly and licks her way from the base of my cock to the tip, making me suck air through my teeth. I close my eyes, trying to regain control.
When she takes more of me into her mouth, I groan and tighten my hold on her hair. I let myself have a few long, blissful strokes from her mouth, but then lean back, cupping her chin.
“Stand up.”
She does, and I get up and stand in front of her, bending to kiss her again. I nip at her lower lip and say, “My turn.”
21
Blair
* * *
Every nerve ending on my body is firing. My nipples ache against the fabric of the corset and I’m sure I’ve soaked through the crotch of my black satin underwear.
Magnus walks over to the closet and takes something out. In the room’s dim lighting, it takes me a second to make out what it is.
It’s a full-length oval mirror attached to a wood base that matches its frame. My breath hitches as he carries it over in one hand like it weighs nothing. He sets it down several feet from the bed, then goes over to a small table and takes one of the wood chairs, setting it off to the side and slightly in front of the mirror.
My heart isn’t racing with nervousness; it’s excitement. I’m way too turned on to be self-conscious. I’ve been thinking about another night with Magnus since the first one, and the longer I had to wait, the more I ached for him.
“Stand in front of the mirror,” he says, his tone commanding.
I do, and he tilts the movable mirror in its frame until it captures me from head to toe. He stands behind me and moves my hair over one shoulder so it rests on my chest.