Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Quiet, wench,” Mason scolded, though he was grinning. “I’m not done yet. Sit down and eat your muffin.”
He waited until Hannah had taken a seat before continuing.
His fingers danced over her swollen, slick flesh. Effortlessly, he brought her quickly to the edge of a climax. She was filled with a yearning, slippery ache. Blood pounded in her ears. Her skin burned. Every fiber of her being was focused on those perfect fingers teasing her spread cunt.
Sadist that he was, he left her teetering on the brink. His hand fell away. A moment later, the whip whistled in the air. It snapped against her sex in a blinding flash of pain that instantly transmuted into dark desire. Then the fingers were back, easing away the sting with a perfect, sensual touch. She was pure sensation now, pure animal lust, grunting and begging, barely aware of what she was doing or saying.
Mason snapped the paperback closed and set it on the table between them. Hannah was staring at him, her face still flushed, her pupils dilated. She wasn’t laughing anymore. Her nipples, he was both amused and pleased to note, were fully erect, beckoning to him from beneath the clingy fabric of her dress. As he met her gaze, she lifted her mug quickly to her face, turning away slightly as she sipped.
“I thought I’d check out what all the hoopla was about this Angelique Rose author all our sub girls are always in such a twitter about.”
He placed his hand on the book, caressing its cover as he hooded his eyes, letting his gaze burn into hers. “I’m especially curious, Hannah, how much of your own desires and longings are written into these pages? Do you squirm when you’re typing the incendiary words into your laptop? Do your panties get wet? Do you forget how to breathe along with your protagonist?”
“I…uh…I…” she stammered, looking adorably confused and embarrassed.
He let his hand slide from the book to her arm. Running a finger along her smooth, bare flesh, he murmured, “Does your skin burn, your heart race, your cunt spasm like the women in your novels? Do you wish you were one of them, a naked slave girl kept in chains, used for her Master’s pleasure and soundly punished when you disobey?”
Hannah pulled her arm away, her face now red as a beet. She rose from her chair, her lips pressed together, tears suddenly filming her silver-blue eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know what you’re doing right now, Mason. You’ve basically ignored me for the past few days, making it clear you’re not interested in anything but having an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. That’s fine. I may not entirely like it, but I get it. But now, suddenly, you’re reading from my novel and asking those personal questions.”
She blinked away the tears, her face taking on a look of angry resolve. Shit. He’d visualized the scene in his mind as something fun and sexy—something to let her know he was interested, and to gauge her reaction in turn. But, as usual, he’d handled things poorly, missing her cues and fucking things up.
“Look,” she said, her voice trembling. “I know you think I’m just some BDSM-curious wannabe. You’ve certainly made that clear enough. But when you start making fun of my work, of my vocation and my life’s passion, you can just go and…” She trailed off but then the determined expression returned. “You can just go and f—”
Without planning it, Mason jumped up from the table and pulled Hannah into his arms, cutting off her words by placing his mouth over hers. He kissed her hard on the lips, which she at first kept pressed into a hard line. But as he took her face in his hands, her lips finally parted, just a little.
Seizing his advantage, he slipped his tongue past her lips. He breathed in the clean lemony scent of her shampoo as he explored her soft, sweet mouth with his tongue.
All at once, she was kissing him back, her hand coming up to cup the back of his neck. That tacit permission unleashed something inside him. He growled against her mouth, biting her lower lip as he pulled her close. He loved the feel of her soft breasts pressed against his chest. His hands slid of their own accord down her back. He gripped her ass through the sheer fabric of her dress, his palms itching to smack the rounded globes.
Her entire body trembled as he moved his hands down the backs of her thighs and then slid them up beneath her dress to cup the bare globes. It would be so easy to just lift her up, deposit her on the counter facing him and ease his throbbing cock into the wetness he was sure he would find between her legs.