Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
The pain flared and then sank into his skin. He was certain if he hadn’t been so aroused, the damn crop would hurt, but now his dick threatened to explode every time she swiped it against his flesh.
He didn’t think about it. He simply moved his feet until the crop came off his thigh. Wide. She’d spread him so wide. His cock was there, open and vulnerable to her. To his queen.
He gritted his teeth as she ran the crop along his inner thigh again, brushing over the little red spot where she’d flicked him. The leather tip ran along his sensitive flesh and then found his cock.
He was not going to come. He was not going to come. He was going to last.
“Stay right where you are.” She put the crop down and he watched as she unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She slowly undid the buttons on her blouse until all he could see was the lovely green bra and lacy panties she wore underneath. And all that gorgeous skin of hers. “You’re so beautiful, Kashmir. I love how hard you are. Your cock is lovely and look, it’s offering me a gift.”
Day reached out and swiped her finger over his cockhead, gathering the drop of pre-come that had pulsed out.
He watched as she sucked her finger into her mouth, eyes closing as though she was concentrating on her treat, as though she loved the taste of him.
He stared down his body, unable to take his eyes off her. When he was in charge, he simply fucked his partner until she came and then he would have his pleasure. Never had he spent such decadent amounts of time on the sensations of touching each other, of being vulnerable to another human being. She could call it play all she liked, but this was something more. This felt sacred to him, something he could only ever do with her because she was the right woman, the only woman for him.
The only woman who could conquer the king and let him be a man.
“You taste so good, my servant.” Her nipples were hard points outlined by the silky cup of her bra.
“There’s much more where that came from, my Queen. All for you.” Only for her. From this moment and forever more. Only for her.
He loved the arrogant smirk that hit her lips. “I can only imagine. I think I’ll have to take you up on that. I find I’m very hungry.”
She ran her hands up either leg, brushing the flesh there as though inspecting every inch of her possession.
“Then the queen must have her feast. Is this what you would have done? Would you have placed me naked in your web with nothing but my cock exposed for your pleasure?” The vision tightened his gut, arousal pulsing through him. He wasn’t a man who had to wait for pleasure, but now the anticipation was a form of joy. He didn’t have to worry that Day would leave him like this. She wouldn’t ever leave him at all.
She climbed onto the bed, her limbs moving with the sensuous grace of a cat. “Yes. I would have lowered you so I was able to easily torture your cock. A lick here. A caress there. And when you thought I would walk away and leave you wanting, all trussed up and desperate, that’s when I would suck you into my mouth. That’s when I would work you to the back of my throat and milk you dry.”
He was not going to come. He was going to think about baseball or a sport he actually knew something about, and then he would survive her torture. “Now I wish I’d been a bit more brave.”
Her nails scored lightly down his torso as she loomed over him. “Bravery has nothing to do with it. This is all about finding what works for the two of us. Privacy works for you. I’ll be honest; I’m not much of an exhibitionist when it comes to sex either. I’m happy to have you to myself, happy to keep you from the lustful gazes of all those other women. And men. Many of the men were looking at you, too. They should know better than to look at the queen’s property. Don’t they know what happens to those who even think to take what belongs to the queen?”
Something bad because his queen was a badass. Yes. She wasn’t some delicate flower who sat in the sun all day, waiting for someone to bring life to her. She fought. She worked. She protected.
She was precious.
“No one would dare and you should understand that if anyone tries to hurt my queen, I will be her warrior.”
She leaned forward, her body brushing against his. “And what a warrior you are. So strong. Let’s see how long my warrior can hold out on his queen.”