Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Blue eyes stared into hers as he palmed her right breast. “These belong to me. In this club, they’re mine, and you should understand that I’m going to have you naked, sitting at my feet in that lounge very soon.”
“Because you want them all to know?” Lou asked.
“Because I don’t ever want to hear anyone question my rights to you again. Because I want the whole fucking world to know you belong to me, and that’s why I’m getting you a collar. You can take it off in the daytime, but know I’ll get it around your throat every second I can.”
She wanted to believe him, wanted to have some faith that this change in him was permanent and she could relax and hold onto him with both hands. That felt impossible, so she was going to live in this moment. Only this one. Everything else would or wouldn’t happen, but for now she was going to be exactly what he wanted. His sub, whose only thought was obeying her Master and taking what he had to give her. “I’ll wear your collar here, Sir.”
He stepped back, his eyes still on her chest. “Your breasts are beautiful, Louisa. You look beautiful in fet wear but so much better naked. When we’re alone, when it’s you and me and the rest of the world doesn’t matter, I want you to pretend we’re in this club. When we’re alone, you don’t wear a bra. I want to be able to touch your breasts without anything coming between my hands and lips and your nipples.”
He was pushing her. It was supposed to stay in the club, but she was honest with herself. If they started a real sexual relationship this evening there was no way she kept him out of her bed. He was staying in the room next to hers. It was too easy for one of them to sneak into the other’s room. Did she want this feeling put in a corner and only allowed a couple of times a week?
“Yes.” She wasn’t strong enough to deny him. She’d meant the things she’d said before. There was a deep bitterness in her about the timing, a distrust that came from long rejection. Even if the rejection had been soft, it had been there, and she’d developed walls that didn’t crumble easily.
“Good. When we’re alone, we’re a Dom and sub. That means your body is mine, and I want you as close to naked as possible.” He turned back to the table he’d had the rope laid out on and came back with a knife.
Surprise flared through her but not fear. He would never harm her. Not physically. His intent became clear. He would definitely harm her lingerie. “TJ, these aren’t cheap.”
“I’ll buy you more.” He slit the silky fabric up one side and then down the other before sliding them pointedly from between her legs. He fisted the material and was careful and slow in drawing it out so the softness slid between her labial lips and over her clitoris in a way that made her pant. Then he brought them straight up to his face and breathed in the scent.
“You smell like sex. Are you sure you want to keep me out tonight?”
“No.” She wasn’t in any way. She kind of wished he would spread her legs and take her then and there, but she couldn’t ask him for it.
“Good. Because I intend to make it impossible for you.” He put the knife and her now defunct undies on the table and picked up the cane again. “Spread your legs.”
She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to do that. “I’m barely standing.”
His eyes narrowed, a certain wickedness she’d never seen before glinting there. “Are you telling me no?”
She suddenly didn’t want to find out what would happen if she was telling him no. She bit her bottom lip and forced her legs to spread an inch or two. There. That was it. She was still balanced here. “Not at all, Sir.”
A brow rose over his eyes. “That’s the best you can do? Well, I’ll have to help you out then, sub.”
He turned and walked to the back of the room. What was he doing? What was in the closet that he suddenly needed? Oh shit. This was what Kenzie meant when she talked about a good mind fuck. Lou hadn’t truly understood the idea of not knowing what a Dom was going to do to her. It wasn’t fear because again she trusted him. But this TJ could do something nasty and smutty and glorious to her.
He wanted to fuck her ass. As a concept it didn’t hold a ton of appeal, but the idea of giving this man every part of her sent a sizzle along her spine.
He came back with a thick slat of wood.