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)
His finger slips further down, just to the top edge of my ass crack. “The edge is where I thrive. Living on the edge of pleasure-not-given is the sweetest pain.”
My bottom lip is caught between my teeth, and my eyes squeeze shut.
“Right when you can’t bear it any longer, wanting to beg for my cock but refusing all you desire because you’re so strong, I’ll hold off just a little longer. And then longer still.” His finger toys in the crack of my ass.
“And then right when you can’t bear it anymore, so badly that you’re crying tears of need, I want you to pull your hand away.”
He withdraws his hand from my back and his mouth from my ear. I try so hard not to shudder or show any other outward sign that he’s affected me. As if to deny the smell of my wetness leaking down my leg that’s scented the room.
All but mocking me, he inhales loudly. Loud enough to ensure that I know he knows.
“Make sure I can see everything on camera, pet. But at the end, right when you feel that pleasure ready to explode through your body—”
I’m waiting on his every word, all but ready to explode now—
“Don’t come. Don’t you dare let yourself fucking come, my little slut. Do you hear me?”
He chuckles darkly at the whine that escapes my throat.
“If I do this, will you finally tell me—”
“And don’t half-ass it getting right up to the edge, or I’ll know. Don’t try to sneak an orgasm in, either, because I’ll know that too.”
Then he pulls away all together, warmth completely gone.
I barely keep in the feral scream of fury building in my throat as he exits the room.
FIFTEEN
DOMHNALL
I stride away and punch in the passcode, forcing myself not to show the weakness of looking over my shoulder at her no matter how much I want to. Still, it eats at me, and I have to fight myself not to turn back.
Mads, gorgeous Mads, laid out trembling, dripping, spread wide on the bench.
Is she still on the apparatus? Is she flipping me off? I can’t wait to get upstairs to see everything. To watch exactly what she does next. She was playing at obedience so well today. Will she keep it up when I’m gone?
I’m painfully hard and every instinct tells me to reach a hand down to offer myself relief as soon as the elevator doors shut behind me.
But today it felt like we reached a new… level.
I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a sub around this long. I’m a strictly one night and done sort of dom. Is this what Caleb meant when he said there was something to having a sub around for longer. By… bonding with one.
I bark a laugh at the thought. I’m not bonding with her. I’m playing the game. I’m bonding her to me.
I am the one in control here. Just look at the way she trembled beneath me in spite of herself. If I was shaking a little, too, well, I was still the one doing the tormenting.
Once I’m upstairs, I immediately slide in behind my desk and pull up two of my cameras. I’m delighted to find her only now climbing off the bench.
Did she wait for me intentionally or was she just so affected by our little scene that she couldn’t move till now? Most subs telegraph everything they’re feeling on their faces, but Mads is the ultimate chameleon. Apart from pleasure, I’ll never know what she’s actually feeling, will I?
My cock leaps in my pants.
Every muscle in my body is clenched tight as I watch, breath bated, as she walks unsteadily over to the bed and climbs on. At first, she just sits on the edge of the bed. For a moment, she stares straight ahead, and then, her chest visibly inflating as she takes a large breath, she looks up at the O-ring camera.
I almost fucking nut right there.
But at the same time, the phone rings.
I snatch it up and bark, “What?”
“Jesus, Domhn. Caleb just told me Quinn told him that you still have the girl at the house and you aren’t letting her go. Do you know what kind of liability you’re exposing the club to if this girl comes back and sues?”
It’s Marcus on the phone. He’s a corporate finance lawyer and club member who helped with the auction. Of course Quinn went squealing to him. I thought I’d gotten her off my back, but now here she is starting shit.
Marcus continues on his tear, “You know NDAs aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on these days. What the f—”
He cuts off mid-rant, his voice suddenly lowering. “Oh! What a beautiful drawing, sweetie. Why don’t you color it in with the purple crayon and Daddy will be right back after this little phone call?”