Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
He slid out, commanded, “Turn around, get in the middle of the bed.”
I did as told.
He followed me in, and I felt a wave of heat as he tugged my panties down to my knees, grasped my hips, then entered me.
My head flew back, and I dropped down to my forearms.
Okay. I missed that more.
“You missed my dick, fuck it,” Hale ordered.
I didn’t hesitate, slamming back into his thrusts.
“Oh yeah, baby, you missed it,” he grunted.
“Fuck me, Hale,” I begged.
When I said that, he pulled out, rolled me to my back, yanked my panties completely off, moved up me, then gave me what I asked for, but in a different way.
He drove into my mouth.
I tasted me and him and moaned against his cock.
“Yeah,” he groaned, fucking my face. “Hold on.”
I grasped his ass, digging my nails in, and I took him and took him until he pulled out, hauled me up underneath him, lowered down to me and slammed inside again.
I exploded instantly.
It didn’t take long for Hale to join me.
His weight fell on me, but he rolled us immediately to our sides, hiking my leg over his hip while he bent his leg between mine so he could remain inside.
I curled my arms around him and pressed close.
“You good?” he asked.
“Much better now,” I answered, giving him a squeeze.
He chuckled, kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer.
“Was that one of your fantasies about me?” I asked.
“Yup,” he answered.
“You have a good imagination,” I remarked.
He chuckled again.
God, I loved that sound.
The feel of it was even better.
Sadly, he naturally slid out of me.
“You need a cleanup or are you good to keep my cum?” he inquired.
At his question, my brain hit pause.
Because there was something about it, an intimacy beyond the intimacy we’d just shared. A need to know for him. A thoughtful query for me. That he’d ask it, that we were there, having sex with no protection.
It was meaningful. It was huge. It was a “we’re in a relationship” question and there was beauty to it that I found I instantaneously treasured.
It was us. It was our now. It was also our future.
So I answered the way I never thought I would (because leaking, seriously, not fun), but when I did, my tone was subdued, moved, even reverent.
“I want to keep you with me for a while.”
His arms tightened, showing me that had meaning to him, then he pulled us up the bed, arranging the pillows so he was reclining on them, and I was reclining down his side with my head on his chest, my arm draped over his abs.
“We need to talk about something, properly,” he announced.
I tipped my head back to look up at him.
He was looking down on me. “You need some water first? Maybe a glass of wine?”
I could use both.
I didn’t say that.
I asked, “What do we have to talk about…properly?”
“Sex,” he answered.
“Okay,” I said when he spoke no further.
“You seem to get off on it, but it’s important for you to know, I’m into dominance.”
For a second, I just lay against him.
Then I started giggling, actually giggling, doing it pushing up him so we were face to face.
I got control of myself and teased, “You don’t say.”
He wasn’t finding it funny. “It’s a thing with me, baby.”
I was still grinning. “I’ve noticed that, Hale.”
“No,” he stated firmly. “I mean, if you’re up for it, I’m gonna wanna tie you up. Blindfold you. When we get there, meaning I know what you like and how far I can go, even gag you. We’re talking you need to be my good girl, and you’ll get your reward, or you can choose to be my bad girl, and you’ll get punished. We’ll have safe words, safe gestures, absolutely. And it isn’t a compulsion, it isn’t like I need the deeper play all the time, or even often. But I need dominance all the time.”
He was being serious about this, and I could see it put him in a vulnerable spot.
As for me, him talking about that stuff was turning me on again.
And it was clear he needed to know that.
So I sobered, sliding my hand up his chest to trace his collarbone, and I said, “I’m a virgin with all that stuff. The bondage stuff, I mean. Spanking and…what does punishment entail?”
He nodded to confirm. “Yes, spanking. Maybe paddling. Light flogging. I’m not into the heavy shit, like whips.”
I nodded. “So, when we try that, at the beginning, you’ll go easy on me?”
His brows drew down. “That’s it?”
“Sorry?”
“That’s it? When we try it, go easy on you?”
I was confused. “Is that not how you do it?”
He pulled me fully onto his chest. “Yeah, sweetheart. We’ll go as slow as you need. I’m just surprised at how easily you’re taking this.”
“It isn’t lost on me I submit to you, Hale,” I informed him, and watched his eyes flash.