Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“I’m afraid not, Pet.”
“That doesn’t seem fair,” she muttered.
“That’s why you’re the Pet and I’m the Sir.”
19
“Now, what else have you got to say to me?” Salem asked.
He started moving his hand again, pressing his fingers deep inside her pussy.
In and out.
Her breathing grew faster. His thumb brushed her clit. Her eyelids grew heavy.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered. “You can shut them again after you ask me.”
“Please,” she begged.
“Ask me, Pet.”
“Please may I come? Oh, please don’t say no or I’m going to do something drastic.”
“I’d ask what, but somehow I think it’s best that I don’t ask.” His thumb moved faster, flicking her clit firmly. Then he moved his free hand down to replace his thumb with his finger.
It was too much. There was no way she could hold back.
“You may come, Pet.”
Oh, thank God. Because she was pretty sure that her orgasm had already started.
It washed over her in waves. One after the other. Growing in strength until she could barely breathe.
She had definitely never felt something this strong or incredible before.
Would it ever stop?
Salem placed his hand over her pussy, pressing down firmly. “Stop coming. Deep, slow breaths. That’s it. Good. Well done.”
Tamsyn was aware of her harsh breaths filling the room as she gasped for air, her body trembling. Then she found herself lifted out of the water. Salem stood with her pressed against his body. He adjusted her so her legs were wrapped around his waist.
“You’re all right, Pet,” he reassured her. “You did so well. You came so beautifully.”
“You . . . you’re getting all wet.”
“Hmm, so that makes two of us, huh?”
What?
Oh. My. God.
She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. She leaned back and slapped his chest. “Salem!”
He grinned.
Oh yeah. She liked him this way. Relaxed and playful.
“I was talking about your clothes,” she grumbled as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it over her back.
“I wasn’t. I was talking about your beautiful, wet pussy.”
“I cannot believe you are saying these things.”
A small chuckle escaped him as he stood her on the floor and then started to dry her. When she attempted to grab the towel off him, he lightly slapped her hands away.
“Let me,” he commanded.
She sighed but let him dry her. She’d never worried about being naked or what she looked like. But she wondered what he thought when he looked at her.
He crouched in front of her so his face was very close to her pussy. Now she could feel her cheeks growing red.
“Put your hands on my shoulders. I don’t want you slipping over.”
“I really think I could do that myself,” she told him.
“Well, you aren’t going to. Now, do as you were told.”
With a sigh, she placed her hands on his shoulders and he lifted her foot onto his thigh.
Holy heck.
What kind of a view was he getting? She tried to bend over so she could see, but that disrupted her balance and she started to sway.
“Eek!”
“Tamsyn!” He grasped hold of her waist. “What are you doing?”
“Um. Well. I’d rather not say.”
Because telling him that she wanted to see how much of a view he was getting of her pussy probably wasn’t her best move.
“Stand up, Little one. You’re going to topple over and hurt yourself.” He finished drying her off, then stood and took hold of her hand.
“Um. I need my clothes,” she said as he led her out into the bedroom.
“I asked Roman to get you some of ours.” Sure enough, on the bed was a T-shirt, some boxers, socks, and a sweatshirt.
The T-shirt was old and faded, the writing on it illegible.
“I don’t know why I still have this shirt,” Salem told her as he pulled it over her head. “My sister gave it to me when I was in college.”
Oh, it was so soft and it still smelled faintly of him.
He crouched with the boxers in hand. “These are Roman’s. He probably thought that mine or Alexei’s would fall off you.”
Even Roman’s boxers were too big and Salem had to roll them over a couple of times at the waist. The T-shirt basically covered the boxers so it didn’t look like she was wearing anything.
But she didn’t care.
Next was the sweatshirt. Salem held it up.
“Hmm. This is going to swamp you. But at least you’ll be warm.”
This house felt plenty warm to her, but she’d lived in some horrid conditions. However, she nodded anyway.
He slid the sweatshirt on and she sighed as Alexei surrounded her. It was like he was giving her a hug.
Salem had her sit so he could pull on some dark blue socks that ended up going up to her knees.
She felt so cozy.
And sleepy.
How could she be tired again? It was like her nap had triggered a reaction and now her body just wanted more sleep.
Or maybe it’s that you’ve never been able to relax like you can here. You can fall asleep because you know you’re safe.