Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“If I show you,” I said, my voice scraped raw. “It’s going to be for you, Serenity. All for you. Because what you and I have is nothing like I’ve ever had before. And what happens next is because I can be myself around you more than anyone else.”
Serenity smiled, a triumphant sort of look.
I hoped to fuck she wouldn’t regret it later.
But there was only one way to find out.
I released her hair, gently nudging her at the same time so she fell back against the soft mattress. An excited yelp escaped her lips, but her eyes were wide as I shifted off the bed, heading to the closet where I kept the ties.
“Wrists,” I demanded when I came back. Her immediate submission had lava streaking through my veins. I bent down, kissing the inside of her wrist before I secured her to one post, then repeated the process with the other.
“Ankles,” I said, moving to the foot of the bed, securing her ankles as well. Then I stepped back to survey my work. “Fuck, angel,” I groaned. “Look at you, all tied up and spread wide for me.”
“Gareth,” she said needily. She wiggled on the bed, impatient as her ties kept her limbs in place. Her breathing increased, making her beautiful breasts rise and fall a little faster. The costume was still in place, making this a fantasy I never knew I had.
Slowly, I shed my clothes, all the while devouring every inch of her with my eyes. Once I was completely naked, I climbed on the bed, ensuring we barely touched as I drew closer to her mouth. I hovered my lips just an inch above hers, relishing her little breathy sighs as she reached for me.
I backed up, grinning when frustration fluttered over her face. “You’re all mine, angel,” I said. “I’ll do what I want with you, when I want.”
Desire flashed in her eyes.
“If you don’t like something, speak up, and we stop, understand?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Good girl.” I leaned down, parting her lips with my own, gliding my tongue against hers before drawing back and kissing my way to her breasts. “This is such a naughty costume for such a good girl,” I said.
“Maybe I don’t want to be your good girl tonight,” she said. She arched up, trying as much as she could to make contact with my body. “Maybe I want to be your whore.”
Lightning zapped down my spine at the words. She usually had such a sweet mouth.
I grinned possessively at her, flicking my tongue over the top of one of her breasts that threatened to spill from her costume. “In this outfit?” I growled, fully embracing the role she wanted me to play. “You’re absolutely my dirty little whore.”
She wanted to see me at my most unhinged, wanted to completely vacate her norms? I was more than happy to offer her that escape. And I could more than understand the fantasy—her upbringing had required her to be pristine, pure, never once tiptoeing toward anything remotely sinful.
But with me, she could explore anything she wanted. Safely.
I was more than ready to take care of her.
“Every person in that club wanted you,” I said, teasing my teeth along her neck. “They all wanted to taste that sweet pussy of yours. But you’re mine. All fucking mine.”
I studied the way her top was held together, then quickly grabbed the thin straps and yanked until they broke.
She gasped, her lips parting open.
“Whores don’t need clothes,” I said, shucking the ruined top to the side and immediately bending to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Her whimper only made me suck harder, using my hand to play with the other one, savoring the way she arched beneath me, desperate for friction that wasn’t there. Not all tied up like she was. Completely at my mercy.
Fuck, I had no idea how badly I’d wanted to do this to her until she’d kicked in that door.
“Gareth,” she sighed, sucking in a sharp breath when I bit her breast hard enough to mark. I flicked my gaze up to hers, gauging every reaction, every face, every breath.
And fuck me, she loved it, lost herself in the pain and pleasure and pure submission.
The woman trusted me with all of her, and I didn’t fucking take that lightly. Never had, never would.
I moved to the other breast, sucking and biting and plucking the marked one with my hand until she was writhing beneath me.
Kissing down her stomach, I hooked my fingers in the bikini of her costume, ripping it too and throwing it over my shoulder, the thin bolts of fabric flying behind me.
“Fucking hell,” I growled, looking down at her naked body, all tied up and spread, ready for me to do absolutely anything I wanted to her. “Look at my perfect little whore,” I said, dragging my hands over her thighs, and damn near chuckling at the way her eyes lit up every time I used that little bit of degradation on her.