Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 88228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Braden turns and stares at me. “You are lovely to look at. Honestly, Skye, sometimes just looking at you is enough for me.”
His words arrow straight to my heart. This is why I love him. This is why I love Braden Black. Because of these moments, like the moment when I took my last photo for the Cherry Russet lip stain. I was wrapped in a sheet and standing at Braden’s floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Boston Harbor. He took the photo and told me how beautiful I looked. Or when I woke up and found the earrings he left me, something he bought only because he knew I’d like them and that they’d look good on me.
Braden may be all about control, but he’s also a romantic at heart.
And he loves me. Boston’s richest and most eligible bachelor is in love with me.
He gazes at me for a few more timeless moments before he stalks toward the bed.
“You are delectable,” he says. “I’d love to dive between your legs right now, eat you until you’re begging me to stop. Or just stuff my cock inside your pussy and take you hard and fast. Or turn you over, lick your asshole, and then fuck you from behind. You’d enjoy all those things, wouldn’t you, Skye?”
“God, yes.”
“So would I. But you do have to be punished for attempting to manipulate me this evening. The problem is, I’m not in the mood to punish myself.”
“Fuck my mouth,” I say.
The left side of his lips quirks up into a half smile. “I’ve given that some thought, believe me.”
“Why are you thinking when you could be doing?”
“Because I have something else in mind for tonight. Something new.”
I’m awash in nerves. What new thing could he try in my apartment? I don’t have any of his toys. I don’t even have a blindfold, and he’s not wearing a tie.
He undresses slowly. Slowly and deliberately. Too damned slowly. He folds each piece of clothing neatly and sets it on a chair. He’s never done that before. He either throws it on a chair or lets it fall to the floor. Now, whatever he’s doing, he’s doing it very deliberately.
I salivate as inch by gorgeous inch of him becomes visible. When he finally stands before me, completely naked and beautiful, I’m so hot, I could incinerate.
He straddles me a moment, sliding his cock head through my slick folds.
“So wet, Skye,” he says.
I close my eyes, taking fistfuls of my comforter and waiting for him to thrust into me. I’m so empty. So needy and aching. Take me, Braden. Please.
But the thrust I expect doesn’t come, and I open my eyes.
Instead of fucking me, Braden is masturbating. Fucking masturbating as he stares at me, his gaze locking with mine.
“Wouldn’t you rather be doing that inside me?” I say.
“Of course I would,” he says, “but I have a very vivid imagination.”
I squeeze the covers in my fists again. This is my punishment. I have to watch him get off, while I get nothing. I’m here solely as a visual stimulation for him. He may as well be watching porn.
Fuck! My nipples are straining, and my clit is throbbing in time with Braden’s jerks. My hips are moving of their own accord, and I force them to stop. I don’t want to help him along any more than I already am just by being here naked.
“I can feel the inside of your pussy,” he says. “So tight and warm.”
Can he? Can he really? Because I can’t feel anything inside me, and I desperately want to.
“You’re so hot, Skye.” He increases his tempo. “So hot, so sweet, so tight.”
“Damn it, Braden!” I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Oh, no,” he says. “You don’t get off that easily. Open your fucking eyes.”
Don’t. Just don’t do it.
But I do. Not only because it’s in the bedroom and I gave him my control long ago, but also because I truly want to watch. I want to see him pleasure his beautiful body. I want to see the come spurt out of him. I want to see the look on his face as he cries my name.
Perspiration glistens on his forehead, groans emanate from his throat, and he bites on his lower lip.
“Fuck, Skye. Fuck.” He’s jerking rapidly now, and— “Skye!” He releases, and his white fluid slides onto my abdomen.
He’s panting now, finally closing his own eyes and letting go. Absently, I touch my abdomen and rub his come into my belly as if it’s lotion.
Is this truly all I will get of him tonight? Or will he take pity on me?
No, he won’t. Braden doesn’t take pity on anyone. Least of all someone who spent the evening manipulating him.
This is my true punishment. I watched this beautiful man pleasure himself, and I got hotter than imaginable. And now?