Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Did you go seek out other men to fuck you and satisfy this need?”
When he finally touches my center, he’s not shy about it. His hand firmly palms my pussy, and the pressure after all the anticipation lights the firecracker wick.
I shudder against him as I come. Oh god, my first ever orgasm with Domhnall. Oh god, he’s touching my cunt.
He looks so fucking surprised I’m coming from the barest touch, but he doesn’t pull away. He massages me more intentionally as I keep shuddering. Oh fuck, the man of my dreams is making me come.
“Choke me,” I gasp.
His hand at my throat tightens and my orgasm ratchets even higher. I cry out in bliss, shuddering against the wall.
His hard-on spasms against my belly before I finally go limp, blinking lazily up at him.
“No,” I gasp out breathlessly. “I never fucked anyone else. I just watched a lot of porn and bought some ruthless nipple clamps and obscenely large dildos online to shove in all of my holes while thinking of you.”
His hand around my throat squeezes hard before letting go, and his eyes go even darker. “The first you get for free. All the rest, you’ll have to work for.”
“Am I your little slut?” I blink up at him through my eyelashes.
“Is that what you want to be?” One of his thick eyebrows lifts.
“I’m your filthy little slut, and I need to be punished.”
“That, my filthy little slut,” he grins at me, “can be arranged.”
Ten minutes later, Domhnall’s got me tied down naked, bent over one of the fancy dining room chairs. My ankles are tied spread-eagled to the back legs, then I’m bent over the back of the chair and my wrists are tied to the front legs. The rope is soft, made of some sort of silk.
But he’s definitely got me in a position where I can’t move. My head rests against the seat of the chair, and yeah. I’m totally immobilized.
He’s pacing back and forth behind me. I hear the thwack of something smacking his hand. A flogger? A cane? I’m not blindfolded but all I can see is the goddamned chair.
I’m wet with anticipation, and I suspect he knows that. But oh my god. It’s my first scene with Domhnall. I finally get to see him as Sir. I finally get to feel his firm hand of control and the sharp bite of pain that can release these fucking demons inside me.
“Hmm, what does a dirty little slut like you deserve?”
“Everything,” I whisper. “Please, Sir,” I beg. “Ruin me. Destroy me.” Debauch me. Degrade me. Remake me.
Fuck everything the girl’s learned in her stupid therapy sessions. I want to worship Domhnall as my god. In this space, in our play here, he is.
“I want to worship at your feet,” I hiss. “I want to lick your boots. I want to suck on your balls. I want to swallow your cock down my throat and choke on it as you fuck my face. I want to—”
I screech as a paddle smacks my ass, then writhe in the ropes binding my limbs. “Oh fuck, yes. More. Please, Sir. More.”
“I’m going to make you cry such pretty little tears.” His voice is low. Raw.
I giggle. “You can try, sir.”
Another smack. Oh fuck. That one smarts. I dance in my bonds. “Please may I have another, Sir?”
Oh god, he gives it to me. A paddle right to the bottom of my ass cheek—harder this time but in a way that thrills me so fucking deep.
“Yes!” I scream, not caring who else in the hotel might hear. Domhnall’s richer than god, right? So fuck it.
Suddenly Domhn’s warmth is up against my back as he curls over me, his voice hot in my ear. “This is barely even phasing you, is it?” he mutters darkly.
Fuck, I’m so thrilled by his nearness. And I’m so goddamned wet.
“I love every one of Sir’s touches. However they come.”
“Is that right?” he growls, and a hand drops to squeeze my ass, right where he just paddled me.
I cry out, and almost come again from the pain and his nearness.
He immediately releases me and steps back.
“Fuck you’re a live-wire, aren’t you?”
Then he steps around to the side and I see his hand right before he reaches and grabs my nipple to twist it.
My mouth drops open at the exquisite pain. He just holds it in the twisted position, ruthlessly. I lift up on my toes, my whole body feeling like it centralizes on the pain he’s eliciting in my left breast.
My legs tighten and I let out a little squeak.
“Fuck me,” he mutters darkly. “You’re going to come the second I let this go, aren’t you?
I can only squeak again.
He lets out a huff of a laugh. “And goddamit, I’m so fucking hard right now, my dick could break through a goddamned boulder.”