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)
If I really am this Madison woman, what the hell happened between them? Between us?
As the next few lashes land, though, I can’t help doing what he said and just giving in to all the alien, lovely, unexpected feelings he’s eliciting from my body. Warmth seeps through my ass and forwards to my groin. I allow my mind to go completely blank as my pussy swells and moistens, starting to pulse.
I stay in that high, buzzy place for long minutes after he’s stopped, only at some point blinking and squirming on the bench when I realize he’s pulled back. I can’t help the short little whine that escapes my throat. Because as I come fully back into my body, I realize I am so turned on.
I don’t know how I’m going to stop from touching myself after he leaves. But he’s got that fucking camera on me, dammit. I bite my bottom lip.
He’s been so gentle. Would it really be so bad if I asked him to relieve this ache?
I’m immediately upset by my own thoughts. What the fuck?
I don’t care what the hell we used to be to each other. Since I’ve met him this time around, he’s only face-fucked me, kidnapped me, and made me eat food out of a bowl like a dog. If I give him my body, it should be to get something in return, like when I was willing to sell myself at the auction.
I frown, then consider my willingness to wield my body for gain. Is this another clue? Was I a sex-worker in another life?
“Did we meet because I was a prostitute?” I ask suddenly, looking over my shoulder at him. “Was my dad my pimp or something?”
He tilts his head at me. “I was fascinated to see how you’d play this. I have to say, I’m not sure I expected this. It’s an entertaining schtick if nothing else. And your ass is such a juicy little treat, isn’t it?”
He spanks me with his open palm this time, our gazes still locked.
I’m speechless at his audacity. At his confidence. At how this doesn’t feel like the violation some part of my brain knows it should be—if he was a stranger, anyway.
But he’s not.
My eyes widen.
He’s not a stranger.
It’s not a memory, exactly. It’s just a certainty.
I know him.
My— My— My body knows him. My thighs rub together, aching.
So when he asks, Irish brogue heavy, “Would you like me to ease that for you, love?” I say “Yes,” before I can think better of it.
His warm hands are on me immediately, slipping between my legs to my wet sex. Just like the first night when he touched me so expertly.
I’ve always wanted him. For forever.
My whole body trembles and I’m glad for the blindfold now. I need it, as if it helps me hold up the pretense that I’m separate from what I’ve just asked for.
Because I do want this, and that’s fucked up, and is it, really? My short-circuiting brain doesn’t know how to process one thought from the next. All I know is my body arches out in welcome for his finger as he slides it back and forth across my clit. Then he starts to rub it in slow, languorous circles. I shudder on the bench, all my limbs going gelatinous.
“I’m close,” I gasp. I was already so primed from the gentle, teasing flogging. And with his hand against me, rubbing me so intimately— Oh god, if I’m honest, every touch between us has been electric. Too electric. Electric in a way that’s sparking lightning down my every nerve with pleasure.
My fingers grip the bench below me. “Oh God, I’m close.”
I arch outwards towards his touch, and his other hand squeezes a handful of my ass, and oh god, it’s so wrong but it feels so right. I all but hump his hand, I need the escalating pleasure so badly.
“So close,” I hiss, my voice barely audible.
But then suddenly his arms are around my waist, and he lifts me off the bench.
“Wait, what are you—” I cry, devastated at the denied pleasure.
Before I can even finish the sentence, he’s deposited me on the bed.
“I want to eat you out,” he says huskily, and I feel his warm breath on my pulsing, needy center. “Red or green?”
I’m glad the blindfold still covers my eyes. Red. I should say red. My hands are unshackled, and I should push him away. For so many reasons. I feel my body’s undeniable pull towards him but I’m a rational person. There are so many reasons not to give into this man.
Reasons. I swear there are reasons. Serious reasons…
“Green,” escapes my breathless lips.
The next moment ecstasy hits. It doesn’t feel like a mouth or a tongue or anything else on god’s green earth that I can distinguish.