Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I groan when he pulls back. My disappointment doesn’t procrastinate for long. It switches to excitement when he drags his arm over his desk, dumping the contents of my handbag onto the floor, along with a laptop and a stack of paperwork.
Any worry left lingering in the back of my head that I’m placing my livelihood on the line disappears when he lifts me to sit on his desk before he wedges himself between my splayed thighs.
My heart skips a beat when he floats his eyes over my face before they slowly narrow down my body. My positioning is unladylike. I’m reasonably sure my panties are exposed, but for the life of me, I can’t close my legs.
I love the way he looks at me. I crave it more than my lungs do air.
His scrumptious voice rolls through me like liquid ecstasy when he says, “Keep your palms flat on the desk. If you can do that, I won’t need to restrain you.”
The thought of being bound should scare me, but it doesn’t.
I’m not myself when I’m with Ark. I am fearless, as if my nightmares never came true.
Desperate for air, I roll my shoulders back and tilt my chin. It makes the situation worse. It thrusts my breasts in Ark’s direction and exposes even more of my damp panties.
I’m not the only one noticing.
“You’re so wet, Mara. Your pussy is salivating for me.”
I moan when he plays at the wetness between my legs, and my thighs shake. Neither point has anything to do with his next set of words.
“You heard me, didn’t you? You heard me stroking my cock while pretending I was using your shampoo as lubricant.”
I try to shake my head. It is an impossible task. The messy situation between my legs isn’t solely because of how skilled he is at kissing. It was from listening to him moan my name. It was so virile and hot that I struggled to harness my excitement.
Ark drags his thumb over the hood of my clit, doubling the shudders wracking through me. Half his thumb is calloused, with raised scars making it smooth and rough. It reminds me of his confession about how staples to the skin seem like a walk in the park for him.
The reminder that abuse comes in many forms should weaken the intensity of our exchange. It should suffocate the fiery embers and scatter them in the ashes I was sure were mere seconds from being dispersed when Ark unearthed my hiding spot.
It seems to do the opposite.
My right to sexual enjoyment was stolen from me at an extremely young age.
Ark’s attention is returning it tenfold.
I’ve never felt more wanted and needy.
After only a handful of rotations, I’m on the verge of climax. I think.
I’ve never orgasmed, so I can’t testify that the tingles racing through my core are that or something else.
I think it’s that.
It could be the start of a climax.
“You’ll know,” Ark murmurs, making me panic I said my private thoughts out loud. “There will be no doubt. It will make you feel angry and sad the first time. Maybe even a little dirty.” He locks his eyes with mine. They’re searingly intense. “But I will be here to guide you through it. You just need to trust me. Can you do that, Mara? Can you trust me to make it feel good?”
I nod without a second thought, and my submissiveness is rewarded tenfold. After hooking my panties to the side, Ark returns his thumb to my clit. His strokes feel ten times better now that there is nothing between us. Direct and purposeful.
My shoulder blades join when he murmurs, “I want to taste you here.” I scratch at the varnish on his fancy desk, frantic for something to clutch, when his voice comes out as needy as the pulse hammering my clit. “I bet your pussy tastes as sweet as your mouth.”
As his words make me hot, my hips instinctively gyrate upward, toward his mouth.
“No. That won’t work.” Instead of my sprint to climax slowing in momentum from his rejection, it catapults to an unmanageable level. “I need your words. Tell me how badly you want me to eat you.”
The thought of begging would usually disgust me.
Not today.
I never once wanted what was forced on me.
I begged them to stop, not to touch me.
This is entirely different.
“P-please.”
Ark’s moan rolls over my clit for half a second before his tongue follows it.
When he sucks the nervy bud into his mouth, I lose all sense of control. I shatter like glass on a hard-tiled floor, and Ark’s name rips from my throat.
Even with my body surrendering to a madness it’s never faced, Ark’s pursuit to unravel me doesn’t taper. He devours me with greedy licks and hungry sucks until the stars he danced in front of my eyes explode into fireworks.