Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
She's coming apart completely now, helpless little whimpers spilling from her throat as I manipulate her body with practiced precision. When her back bumps against the white paper of the exam table she jerks in surprise, but I don't give her time to react. I just press her harder against it, my fingers curling deeper, my thumb finding her clit and circling with just enough pressure to make her cry out.
Her walls clench around me again, fluttering and grasping as another wave of pleasure crashes through her. She's soaking wet, my fingers sliding easily through her arousal, and the obscene sound of it fills the room.
When her trembling finally starts to subside, when she's nothing but a gasping, shaking mess supported entirely by my arm around her waist and my hand between her legs, I smile. Slow and satisfied.
"See?" I say softly, letting that smile bleed into my voice. "Such a good girl." I flex my fingers inside her once more, making her whimper. "We're right back where we started."
She barely manages to look over her shoulder at the exam table. Her head is heavy, her eyes are heavy, her feet probably feel like concrete.
I release her wrists and she doesn't run. Instead, her hands come up to grip my shoulders, her fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Her whole body is trembling, caught between terror and desire, between what she thinks she should feel and what she actually feels.
I let her grab me. Let her hold her self up under my strength. "Tell me you want to leave," I command, my voice rough. "Tell me you want me to call the helicopter right now and send you home. Tell me you want nothing to do with this."
She stares at me, her mouth working soundlessly. Eyes barely able to focus.
"Say it," I press, one hand sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against my erection. "Tell me to stop. Use your safeword. End this right now."
"I..." Her voice breaks as she gasps for breath. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because..." She squeezes her eyes shut, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "Because you're right. I'm such a fucking slut. You're right to call me that. I'm such a slut. I like this! I love it! I what you to do more! I do want this. I've always wanted this. But I'm terrified—"
"Of what?"
"Of you. Of myself. Of what it means that I'm turned on right now when I should be screaming for help. Of what kind of person that makes me."
I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and bring my hand up to cup her face, my thumb brushing away her tears with surprising gentleness. "It makes you human, Scarletta. It makes you honest. It makes you exactly who you've always been in your stories—a woman brave enough to want what scares her."
"I'm not brave," she whispers. "I'm a coward. I hide from everything. I can't even pay my rent or answer emails or—"
"You got in the helicopter," I interrupt. "You signed the contract. You submitted yourself to the auction. You let me make you come so hard you squirted all over me. That's not cowardice. That's courage."
She laughs—a broken, desperate sound. "That's insanity."
"Maybe." I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers through the mask. "Or maybe it's the first honest thing you've done in years. Maybe this is the only place you can be real."
She's quiet for a long moment, her body still trembling against mine, her heart hammering so hard I can feel it against my chest.
"What happens now?" she finally asks, her voice small and uncertain.
I smile beneath the mask. "Now we finish your exam, little slut. But this time, I'm going to strap you down properly. Then I will make good on every promise I made. Of course, I'll have to punish you for running. Don't worry, my slut. I'll make sure you love it."
"But I get to go home, right?"
"Do you," I ask. Petting the side of her cheek. "Do you get to go home?"
Fear. Absolute fear. Her breath hitches. "I'm going to run again if you don't let me go home!"
"Then I'll chase you again." I slide my hand down her body, between her legs, feeling the slick evidence of her arousal. "And catch you again. And fuck you again. As many times as it takes until you understand that you're mine. That you've always been mine. That every word you've ever written was a letter addressed to me."
She whimpers—a sound of pure need that goes straight to my cock.
"But first," I murmur, my fingers circling her clit with deliberate pressure, "I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you admit what you are."
"What I am?" she gasps, her hips already moving against my hand despite everything.
"A good little slut who gets wet when she's chased. Who comes harder when she's scared. Who needs to be owned by someone who knows all her secrets." I increase the pressure, watching her face carefully. "Say it."