Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I can feel his body harden against mine. “There it is.” I smile. “I wondered where he’d been.”
He chuckles and pumps me with his hips. “Waiting.” He pumps me again. “To strike.”
I turn toward him and pass his drink over; my eyes hold his as I take a long sip. “So?” I smile.
“So….”
There are a million words hanging in the air between us, sexy, dirty and forbidden words.
I set my drink down and go to the black box. “I think it’s time we open this.”
His eyes hold mine as he sips his drink, the look he gives me could start a fire.
I pull the lid off and peer in. I pull out the first thing I see. “We have massage oil.”
He smirks.
“A very large bottle of lubricant.” I hold it up and then place it on the counter beside the box. “A blindfold.” I pull out a black blindfold, I frown as I see the next item. “Handcuffs.”
He breaks into a sexy smile and raises his glass toward me.
“You like handcuffs?” I ask.
“Very much.”
“Oh….” Of course he likes handcuffs, he’s a fucking deviant. I keep digging through the box. “A butt plug.” I pull out a black butt plug and hold it up.
He rolls his lips, seemingly unimpressed with this one.
“Oh look, there are different sizes.” I pull out four more butt plugs and set them down on the counter. I frown as I spy something else. “What in the world…?” I pull out a butt plug with a horse tail attached to it and I hold it up.
Mr. Doe breaks into a playful smile. “Giddyup.”
I giggle in surprise. “I mean…really?” I keep digging and see a snakelike thing rolled up. “What is….” My mouth falls open as I pull it out. “A whip.”
His eyes blaze with fire as they hold mine.
“You like this?” I whisper, slightly horrified.
“We already know this about me,” he replies.
“We do?” I frown. “A smack on the behind is not a whole-ass fucking whip.”
“And you couldn’t even take that.” His eyes hold mine as if daring me to say something.
My heart sinks, I hate that I unknowingly failed that test.
“Yeah well.” I set the whip down onto the counter. “Nobody gets to hit me.”
“It’s not about the hit, it’s about control.”
I begin to get annoyed.
“Nobody gets to control me either,” I fire back.
Amused, he smirks and sips his drink as if knowing something that I don’t know.
There’s no doubt about it, Mr. Doe and I would clash in the real world.
He’s controlling, I’m controlling…. Not ideal circumstances for a warm-your-heart love match.
I see three strap-on dildos in the bottom of the box and I purposely get out the largest one. “Here we are.” I hold it up. “It’s going to feel great fucking you with this.” With my eyes locked on his, I put it into my mouth and suck it. I hold it out to him. “Your turn, Mr. Doe.”
“I don’t suck cock.”
“You might surprise yourself.” I smirk. “Let me put it on and hold you by the hair and fuck your throat until you gag.”
Sound familiar, fucker?
He glares at me as a sudden surge of animosity runs between us.
I put it back in my mouth and close my eyes and moan for added effect.
Screw you and your control bullshit.
I’m wearing the pants tonight…literally.
If he’s leaving me tomorrow…and he will…he’s going to fucking remember me if it’s the last thing I do.
“Get on your knees,” I tell him.
“You trying to top from the bottom, angel?” he whispers darkly.
Nerves simmer in my stomach.
“You know what I do to naughty girls who try to pull that shit?”
His dark eyes hold mine and he walks toward me, he pulls the strap-on cock out of my mouth and throws it to the side. He unzips his pants and pulls his hard dick out and slides it down my throat.
With both hands in my hair holding me just how he wants me, he lets me have it.
I struggle to take him, and good god, I’ve woken the beast.
Like a carbon copy of what I’ve just threatened to do to him, he does to me, and I gag around him.
He pulls himself out of my mouth and suction releases with a pop, he leans down so that we are face-to-face. “Here’s how tonight’s going to go,” he whispers. “I’m going to oil you up and I’m going to make you see stars through that pretty little ass of yours.”
“I’m fucking you tonight,” I announce.
He breaks into a sarcastic smile. “We both know that’s not happening. Not even close.”
“But you wanted—”
“My therapist wanted.” He cuts me off. “I want no such thing. The only fantasy I have is to fuck your ass, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” He pulls me to my feet and in one fell swoop takes my dress off over my head.