Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Carter
In what had to be the wildest emotional moment of my life, I was naked and on my knees in front of the large mirror in my bedroom, and I’d never felt stronger, sexier, or more powerful than I did then.
Which was insane — because I wasn’t the one in charge.
Livia stood behind me, tall and composed, her hand tangled in my hair, her gaze locked with mine in the reflection. It was magical, how quickly she’d transformed. One moment, she’s this cozy, comfortable woman wearing my t-shirt with her feet in my lap, and the next, she’s wearing nudity like a ballgown and commanding my attention, my obedience.
“This,” she said, her voice low and smooth and completely unhurried, “is where we see exactly what you’ve learned. Everything I’ve taught you — without fear, without hesitation. You’re not hiding behind the game face, or a joke, or what you think people want from you. You’re owning it. You’re claiming it. This is where you stop waiting for permission and start demanding what you want.”
I swallowed, heat prickling the back of my neck.
Her grip tightened in my hair, tilting my chin up until I was looking directly into my own eyes.
“Look at yourself,” she said. “Look how desperate you are for it. That’s good. That’s where we start.”
And God, it wrecked me — seeing myself like that. Not just on my knees for her but wanting to be there. She was right. I was desperate. My knees were spread, cock hard, chest heaving with anticipation.
I didn’t feel an ounce of shame about it.
All the fears I’d had when we’d first started, the embarrassment I’d felt… it no longer existed. Livia had snuffed it out with the structure she provided, with the way she made me feel safe to explore any want or need.
“Touch yourself,” she ordered.
I curled my fist around myself, every nerve ending lit, my own reflection suddenly foreign and raw as I watched the man in the mirror act without hesitation.
“Slower,” she soothed. “I want you to see what you look like when you can’t stand it anymore.”
Changing the pace took effort, my body crying out for me to keep going. I squirmed at the switch in sensation, looking up to Livia in the mirror for permission to make my next move.
“Don’t look at me — look at you,” she murmured. “Watch how you fall apart for me. That’s the face I want. Desperate. Hungry. Mine.”
Mine.
The word was like a nail to my coffin of hope.
She doesn’t mean it like that, my common sense tried to argue, but my desire overpowered that logic. I wanted to believe it. Even if just for now, I wanted to believe that Livia wanted me, that she felt possessive over me, that I was hers and she was mine.
I thought briefly of the text I’d sent her last night, teasing her about using what she’d taught me so far to get another woman in my bed. Even if she’d granted permission, there was no way in hell I actually would have tried. What started as a deal between us had grown into something so much more, I couldn’t see straight through the dizzying spinning of it all.
I didn’t want another woman.
I just wanted her attention.
I wanted to hear her say no. I wanted to hear her deny another woman access to me the way she had at The Manor.
And when she did, when she told me to come to her place instead…
It felt like a win better than any I’d experienced, hockey, golf, or otherwise.
Heat crawled down my spine as I snapped back to the moment, Livia’s nails stroking my hair. I obeyed, eyes locked on my own as I stroked and succumbed to the feeling of fucking my hand. When I groaned and let my head fall back, flexing into my grip, Livia sharply tugged on my hair.
“You don’t get to look away,” she said. “Face it. This is who you are when you’re mine.”
Again, the word punched through me.
It made it impossible not to move my hand faster.
Livia hummed as she moved to my side, kneeling, her fingers trailing down my jaw until I was leaning into her touch. “You’re growing impatient,” she mused. “You want to come.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Say it, then,” she whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come.”
“Louder. Own it.”
“I want to come for you, Liv,” I said, breaking contact with my gaze in the mirror to look directly at her. “I want you to make me come.”
Her lips curled into a pleased smile. “There it is. Now, tell me how you want me. How do you want me to make you come?”
Fuck, the words were so obscene, and the way she stared right through my soul as she said them…
I hesitated, my lips parting without sound. Then I swallowed hard. “I want…” My voice caught. “I want you to… taste me.”