Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
He strengthens his hold on me, which is good, because my legs have turned to mush. My whole body aches with the throbbing in my clit. The soft friction and wet slide of his tongue around my nipple sends electricity shooting to my core. He’s being too gentle. He’s teasing me, driving me wild with desire.
So much for his “no more games.”
Or maybe this isn’t a game. Maybe it’s part of his plan—his plan to give me pleasure I’ve never known.
I have some sexual experience. I’ve been with three different men, one during college and the other two in the last three years. Even though an orgasm eluded me, I’ve been told I’m good in bed.
Braden, though, makes me feel like I’m being touched for the first time, kissed for the first time, licked for the first time. Like I’ve never experienced any of this before, and I want it all. I want it all now.
He teases my other nipple with his fingers while he sucks at the first. I gasp and thread my fingers through his unruly hair as his head bobs against my breast. He finally releases the first nipple, glides his lips over to the second, and clamps his mouth around it. No teasing this time. He full-on sucks it.
A low moan emerges in my throat, and I pull at his hair. He groans in response.
“Is your pussy wet for me?” he says against my flesh.
“God, yes.”
“I can smell how much you want me.”
He releases my nipple and slides his hands down my abdomen, pushing the dress off me to the floor. I stand only in my black panties. He lowers his head and inhales.
I always thought panty sniffers were kind of gross, but when Braden sniffs me while my panties are still on, it’s incredibly hot.
He inhales again and then slides my panties over my hips. They land within the circle of the dress.
I’m naked.
Naked and horny and completely at his mercy.
That should frighten me. Indeed it does, but it also thrills me. Utterly electrifies me.
This is what giving up control feels like, and I’ve only just begun.
He trails his tongue over the top of my vulva, which is freshly shaven and smooth this time. He spreads my thighs and flicks his tongue over my clit. I inhale sharply and he tilts his head, meeting my gaze.
“Bedroom,” he rasps. Then he stands and pulls me—naked while he’s still fully clothed in his tux—to the gorgeous room where I first experienced euphoria.
Where I can’t wait to experience euphoria again.
The view entrances me once more, though I don’t have much time to enjoy it. Braden leaves me standing by the bed and walks to his highboy. He opens a drawer and pulls something out.
Before I have time to think, he ties the item around my head, blindfolding me. The fabric is cool against my eyes. Silk, most likely.
I open my mouth to—
Then I close it. What can I say? I gave in for tonight. No, I didn’t expect to be blindfolded. What else does he plan to do to me?
Shadowy images play in my head, both scary and erotic, as I recall the strange thing hanging above his bed.
“Don’t speak,” he says. “Just enjoy.”
“Enjoy what?”
“I told you not to speak.” His voice is ominous and commanding.
I won’t speak again.
“Because I’ve taken your sight,” Braden says, “your other senses will be enhanced. You won’t see what I do to you, but you’ll smell it, taste it, hear it.”
“What if—”
“Skye,” he says gently, “if you speak again, I’ll punish you.”
Punish me? Like hit me? Oh, hell no. I rip the blindfold off my eyes. “I didn’t sign up to be beaten.”
“Who said anything about being beaten? What kind of man do you think I am?”
“You said you’d punish me. What other kind of punishment is there?”
He meets my gaze, his eyes heavy-lidded and smoldering. “You’re about to find out.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
I shudder as chills sweep over my body. My nipples and areolas tighten at the coldness, but my pussy remains warm and wet. My body is a mass of mixed signals and dichotomous temperatures.
It’s thrilling.
I don’t want to be punished.
But God, I do.
How frightening that someone who so values control wants punishment? That I want punishment.
“Are… Are you going to hurt me?”
“Only if you want me to.” He slips the blindfold onto my eyes once more. “Keep it on this time.”
“But are you—”
“Punishment doesn’t have to hurt, Skye. At least not physically.”
“So you’re still going to…?”
“Punish you? Oh yes.”
Shivers rack my body, and still my core is hot as a sunny day. “How—”
“No more talking,” he commands. “You’re used to being in control, Skye, so I’m trying to be lenient. But I have my limits.”
I open my mouth—
“Do you want to be gagged?”
I shake my head vehemently.
A warm breeze wafts over my ear. It’s Braden’s breath. He nips my earlobe. “The first thing I noticed about you was your sexy mouth. The second thing was your amazing rack. But the third thing, Skye, was what truly drew me to you. Do you know what it is?”