Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
23
It really wasn’t fair to show her all of that delicious goodness and not let her touch it. Taste it.
A whimper escaped her. “So. Mean. But I apologize. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.”
“What is?” he asked as he set his shirt aside.
There had to be a God. And he’d made this man. He had a flat stomach, a light smattering of salt and pepper hair on his chest to match his beard. And his shoulders were wide, his biceps thick with muscle.
She wanted to run her tongue down his chest. Lower and lower and . . .
“I don’t know. Everything.”
“Poor girl. We’ve barely been at this for any length of time and already you’re apologizing for everything? You’ve got so much longer to go.”
Nooo.
Then he stood and down went his jeans and boxers.
Hallelujah.
“Well, hellooo, handsome,” she purred.
“Did you just call my dick handsome?” he asked.
“I did. You have a problem with that?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Hmm, seems I don’t.”
Damn right, he didn’t. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. How long and thick his dick was.
“Please. Let me touch you.” She licked her lips.
“Hmm. Nope.”
Damn it!
Why did she keep giving him ways that he could torture her?
He ran his hand up and down his cock.
Oh, he was definitely being mean now. Why did she have to go and fall for a sadist?
“Jealous?” he asked.
“You have no idea,” she replied.
That smile widened. “Good. Look at you, sitting there and waiting. Being my girl. My obedient girl.”
She scowled. “Don’t like that word.”
“No?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Shit. You’re going to remember that, aren’t you?”
“I remember everything, Gem. You’d do well to remember that.”
Then he lowered himself onto his knees and started playing with her again. Kissing down her stomach and along her thighs.
She wriggled and he slapped the inside of her thigh.
“Stay still.”
“I thought that having a man on his knees before me would make me feel more in control. That I’d be in charge,” she grumbled.
“You don’t want to be in charge,” he told her decisively.
“I might!” she countered.
He raised his head to stare down at her. “You don’t.”
Damn it. He was right. She didn’t.
“I might if it meant I got to actually orgasm.”
There went that grin again.
Lord, she could get seriously attached to that smile of his.
Eh, who was she kidding? She already was.
Then he moved his tongue back to her pussy to lightly flick her clit until she swore that she could see stars. Her fingernails pressed into her skin in an effort not to scream in frustration.
“Oh my God! You’re such an asshole!” she cried as he drew back once more.
“Tut-tut, swearing at me will just get you a hotter bottom,” he told her as he spun her around so she was now kneeling on the floor and bent over the sofa.
Grasping hold of her hands, he held them loosely in the small of her back before smacking his hand down on her already tender ass.
“But you don’t care if I swear!”
“Nope. I don’t. Unless you’re calling me names while I’m in charge. That’s another rule.”
“How am I meant to know all these rules?” she cried. It was so unfair.
“Fair enough. Here it goes. No calling yourself names or putting yourself down.”
Slap! Slap!
“No calling me names while I’m in charge.”
Slap! Slap!
No putting yourself in danger.
Smack!
“And no lying.”
Smack! Smack!
“If you’re ever in any sort of trouble, you tell me. Immediately.”
Smack! Smack!
“And if you need something, you tell me. And you can never ask for too much.”
Slap! Slap!
“Wear your coat at night and don’t walk around on your own.”
Smack!
“Got it?”
“Yeah,” she said, panting heavily. “I got it.”
The pain was merging with need. It was a heady mix, making the world around her seem hazy. He ran a finger over her bottom cheek, then into her pussy.
She moaned.
“You got condoms, Gem?”
“Thought that was the kind of thing that you’d carry around in your wallet,” she replied.
“Gem, don’t fuck around with me. You got condoms? I’m clean. Gotta get tested regularly to be part of the club.”
“I’m clean too.” Thank Christ. “But I’m not on any birth control.”
“Then we need condoms. Got any?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. Got them when I moved here.” She’d never had a chance to use them, though.
“Yeah? Where?”
“Bedroom.”
She had barely gotten the word out before he was picking her up and carrying her into her bedroom.
“You’re gonna hurt your back if you keep carrying me around.”
He smacked her ass.
Jesus.
At this rate she wasn’t going to sit for a week! She scowled at him as he set her down on the bed.
“Shut up, Gem.”
“That’s rude.”
“So is telling me I’m too old to carry my girl around.”
Okay. Why did her body go all warm every time he called her his girl? It was bizarre.
And she liked it.
A lot.
“Sorry. Just trying to save your back.”