Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Wait,” he admonishes again.
“Stop edging me.”
He laughs. “I don’t think so. Unless that’s a real request?”
I bite my lip, slightly embarrassed. He’s making me admit that I want more of this slow torment.
“No,” I say breathily. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good girl.” He pinches my nipples, and I gasp at the burst of pain-tinged pleasure.
One confident hand continues to torture my breasts, and his other dips to my pussy.
“So wet for me already,” he observes, voice roughened with the edge of a hungry growl.
“I’m always ready for you.”
“You’ll have to wait for my cock, too,” he warns. “I’m going to mark you before I fuck you.”
I lift my chin in challenge. “Then do it already.”
“So impatient,” he coos. “I’ll make this good for you, kitten. You just have to suffer for me first.”
He retrieves another wicked toy from the nightstand drawer: a butterfly vibe. We’ve never used it before, but I can guess what’s coming when he places it against my clit and secures it in place with straps around my upper thighs.
He turns it on and pinches my nipple at the same time. I cry out and writhe against the cuffs. His hands close around my forearms.
“You’re going to have to stay very still for me. You can wriggle and beg for now, but once I start the tattoo, you’ll have to endure this without moving. Can you do that for me?”
It seems impossible, but I’ll do anything for him.
I nod.
He drops a doting kiss on my forehead, denying me the claim on my lips.
I’m regretting teasing him about that now. I want his mouth on mine. It would provide a sweet distraction from the incessant vibration on my sensitive clit.
I expect him to reach for the tattoo gun, but he’s not done tormenting me yet.
My eyes widen at the sight of the small, black anal plug. He’s fingered my ass before, but we’ve never played like this.
“We’re going to stretch your tight little asshole so you can take my cock one day.” He says it like an inevitability. “You belong to me. All of you.”
“Yes,” I vow. “All of me.”
He directs me to bend my knees and spread my legs, so I’m completely open to him. He gathers up the wetness at my core and coats his fingers with it before toying with my tight bud. Forbidden sensation lights up my body, and my clit pulses against the vibrator. My body relaxes, and his finger slips inside me.
He takes his time with me, pumping into me slowly so I become accustomed to the light stretch.
“You’re doing so well,” he encourages. “Relax for me.”
Sweat beads on my brow, and he pushes a second finger inside me. I whine and wriggle at the sensation of fullness, but I’m not trying to get away.
His free hand presses down on my stomach, pinning me to the mattress so he can continue preparing me for the plug.
I relax on a moan, surrendering. Pleasure sparkles through my body, and I start to tremble. I’m not at the peak, but he holds me at the edge of my orgasm. Bliss suffuses my system, and my lashes flutter.
I resolutely keep my eyes on his. I don’t want to miss a moment of our time together.
He watches me like he wants to consume me. His jaw is tight with the effort of restraining himself, and his cock is hard between his corded thighs.
He’s suffering, too.
All for me.
I relax further, and his fingers pump into me faster.
When he’s satisfied that I can accept the plug, he coats it in lube and presses it against my asshole. At the same time, he turns up the vibrations on my clit. The increased pleasure makes my inner muscles contract, and my body welcomes the penetration of the plug.
He slowly works it into me, sliding the toy in with shallow thrusts.
My fingers furl into fists, nails biting into my palms as I struggle to remain still and accept the intrusion.
Despite the way he prepared me, a light burning sensation makes my pleasure ebb slightly.
He shushes me gently. “Almost there. You can take it.”
The plug settles deep inside me, and the pain disappears.
“Good girl. You’re being so brave for me.”
He kisses my inner thigh. “Stay.”
As though I have a choice when I’m bound to our bed.
But I don’t offer any acerbic comeback. I’m beyond banter. All I can do is shake and surrender to the sensation of the plug filling my ass while the vibrator teases my clit.
He briefly goes to the ensuite to clean up, but he’s back with me in a minute.
He cups my jaw, tipping my head back so he can look deep into my eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I promise. “I want your name on my heart.”
He’s been branded with my name for years. I crave the same sign of devotion on my body.