Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Basically the opposite of safe, sane, and consensual.” Her eyes narrowed.
He refused to abide by anyone’s rules, but… “I want your consent.”
“Jesus. Everything you said was so fucking wrong.” She stared at him, absently digging her toe through the grass. “But I don’t feel a pressing need to kick you in the nuts.”
“You normally feel that need?”
“Maybe.” Her mouth flattened, but a smile touched her eyes.
“When I restrain you, it’s just you and me.” He glided his hands up her arms and squeezed the elastic strap around her wrists overhead. “No safe words. No rules. Have we reached that level of trust yet?”
“I’m trying.” She licked her lips. “I want to.”
That was closer than she was two weeks ago. His pulse kicked up.
Sliding his hands back down her arms, he rubbed her tits, pinched her nipples, and moved to her ass, her thighs, her pussy. He touched her everywhere, keeping his gaze on her parted mouth and the peek of her tongue as she wet her lips.
The rhythm of her breaths led the pace of his strokes. As she panted faster, harder, he added pressure and speed to his caress. Soon, she was trembling, gasping, ready.
As he adjusted his cock to relieve the agonizing pressure, he grabbed the belt from the ground and folded it in half. She tracked him with half-lidded eyes, her expression aglow more with curiosity than fear. He didn’t need to tell her how to breathe and relax into the strikes. She’d been mercilessly beaten against her will more times than he cared to think about.
With a steady inhale, he let the strap swing, landing the initial hits on her thighs and ass. He didn’t go easy on her, but he knew he wouldn’t. He’d pounded his fists against men to the point of bloodshed and death, and while he didn’t hit her with anywhere near that kind of strength, he wasn’t a gentle man. Nor was she weak.
Her head fell back on her shoulders as she gasped and whimpered. He worked over her body, striking without pause and watching for swelling and broken skin. But more than that, he studied her eyes, thrilling in the dilation of her pupils beneath her glazed expression of lust.
Good God, she had a high-tolerance for pain. As hard as he was hitting her, she didn’t scream or shift her feet. Not even when he reached his groove, his arm swinging with speed and agility, muscles loose, and attention focused.
He walked a circuit around her, slamming the leather against her legs and ass, listening to the tempo of her breaths, and devouring the red blooms across her skin. His heart pounded like it had the first time he’d kissed her fifteen years ago. It was finally alive and beating, no longer lost. It had come back, here, to her in their lemon grove.
Inflicting pain wasn’t what made him hard. It was one-hundred-percent about the power in trust. She was giving him this, letting him hurt her while trusting that he wouldn’t destroy her.
He returned to her front and struck her tits, alternating between them. She keened, her eyes wide and staring upward as tremors rippled up her legs. He knew she’d hit that altered state of consciousness, where time distorted and pain ebbed. She looked like she was floating, peaceful, high as a fucking kite.
Hands slick with sweat, he moved the strap lower, thwacking lightly over her stomach. When he reached her pussy, he landed a vicious blow against her clit.
“No!” She snapped to awareness, screaming and writhing, knees buckling. “I can’t…not there—”
He hit her again and again, pummeling the sensitive nerves, testing her.
“You…sona…fuck…ye…pleee…” Tears skated down her cheeks as she gulped for air, glaring at him and bellowing between sobs.
She’d reached her breaking point, and broken was a place he never wanted to take her.
He tossed the belt.
“Fuck you, Matias.” Her voice didn’t hold a trace of heat as she slumped. Then she gave him a shaky smile. “That wasn’t too bad.”
Goddamn, he loved this woman. He released the button and zipper on his jeans, shoving them down as he closed the distance.
With shaking hands, he gripped her hair and claimed her mouth, his tongue probing, caressing, and taking. She tasted like citrus and desire, her lips soft and yielding and his. She kissed him with the same urgency, her breaths warm and erratic as she hooked a leg around the back of his.
His balls tightened, and his cock throbbed to the point of pain. He gripped himself, aching to fuck her, brutally, possessively, and if he waited much longer, he was going to come before the first fucking thrust.
With his jeans hanging beneath his ass and a fist around his shaft, he lined himself up and rammed hard, missing completely in his pressing need to be inside her.
“Need help?” She laughed and bit his jaw. “I can—”