Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
He let her slide down his body, setting her on her feet. “No more running, Dais.”
But she was feeling every bit as savage as he’d claimed to be. “You want me, Nate. Earn me.”
She took off again, but he was on her in a second, dragging her to the ground. He pinned her to the floor.
“I’ll teach you not to run from me, sub.” One hand stayed holding her to the ground while the other ran up her leg, under her skirt. He cupped her ass, giving her a squeeze. “But first, I’m going to make sure you’re with me.”
“Of course I’m with you.” Where did he think she was?
Then she understood because his hand slipped between her legs and under the edge of her panties, one big finger sliding easily over her pussy. A low groan came from his chest. “That’s what I want. I want you hot and wet and fucking ready.”
She was. The need for sex was driving her. The need for him. “I’m ready. I’m so ready, Nate.”
“And yet, you still have a lesson to learn.” His voice had gone deliciously dominant as the hand that had softly stroked her withdrew, and she felt cool air on her legs as he shoved the skirt over her waist, exposing her. “These are going to have to go.”
He dragged the underwear down, but only to trap her thighs, holding her legs closed as he forced her ass into the air.
There was no question what was about to happen and yet when his big hand came down on her cheeks, she couldn’t help but shout out as the pain exploded against her aroused skin, heightening the sensation and giving it depth. She was bent over and contorted as he maneuvered her into the position he wanted, over one knee, his big leg acting like a brace, folding her in two as he slapped her ass without mercy.
She held on to his ankle, letting every smack flow over her, driving her higher and higher to a place she hadn’t thought she would be. A place she’d wanted to hide from him.
The physical pain shoved against the events of the day and suddenly she was crying.
She hadn’t realized how much she’d bottled up, how much she’d shoved down over the last several days. Weeks. Months. She’d been so fucking alone.
The sobs began, and then she was lifted up into the air. Nate managed to get her skirt and underwear off and cradled her naked body against his chest. She felt warm and safe, and it was okay to cry with him. He wanted her emotions. He wasn’t going to tell her she had fucking crazy eyes and she should see a therapist.
He’d wanted her here because he wanted to share the burden of what she’d been through.
Nate carried her through the dungeon, carried her up the stairs. She barely recognized they were moving, she held on to him so tightly.
She’d lost another job, been the one who worried her parents, who couldn’t do a simple fucking task, and now she might lose her family over the only good thing that had happened to her in forever. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.
Nate kicked open the first door, and she found herself in a large, luxurious bedroom. She barely saw anything as Nate strode to the massive bed. She thought he’d toss her on it, but he wrapped his arms tight around her and sat down, maneuvering her so she was straddling him.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his hand tangling in her hair.
She shook her head. “Later. Not now, Nate.”
“Then take what you want, sub. Take what you need.”
She knew what she wanted. To drown in him. Her ass ached as she slid off his lap, fitting herself between his legs. He hissed above her as she worked the fly of his jeans, easing the zipper down.
“Damn, me,” he said as she pulled at the waistband of his boxers and freed his cock.
This was what she needed. He’d given her the emotional release she’d required to be open to him. Now she could show him she was exactly the storm he wanted.
She stared at his gorgeous cock, wrapped her hand around it, and felt his groan in her pussy. She was probably the biggest mess. She was sure her mascara was everywhere, and he was still looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Daisy stroked his cock, watching as a pearly bead pulsed from the head.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered. His hand came out to smooth her hair back. “And I’ll die happy.”
She lowered her head, giving him a lick. They hadn’t gotten to this part the first time. He’d been too into tying her up and torturing her. It was time for some sweet payback. She kept her eyes on him as she sucked his cockhead past her lips.