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)
Spreader bar. He was going to lock her ankles into a spreader bar, and she would be completely at his mercy.
He wasn’t going to have any, and suddenly she could feel how wet her pussy was.
“I’ll try again,” she offered.
“Too late.” He knelt down and pulled one ankle tight to the edge of the spreader, locking her in. Then the other. She was spread so wide. Every part of her was on display. He’d spread her legs so wide she could feel cool air on her backside, on that part of her he’d promised he would shove his cock into someday.
She’d dreamed about being with TJ, and now she realized she’d never gotten past those twelve-year-old fantasies of kisses and touches and being held.
This was intimacy, raw and powerful. It was discovery, and there wasn’t anything soft and sweet about it and yet it was a part of them, too. The part she hadn’t even understood was missing.
The cane caressed the inside of her thighs. He’d planned this perfectly because she was balanced on the floor and the strain was off her shoulders. She could still feel the pull in her hands, but there was nothing painful about how he’d tied her up.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this, Lou.” He ran the cane up one leg and down the other, the hard tip leaving a path of arousal. He brought the cane up again, brushing it over her clit. “How are you feeling, sub?”
“Open. Exposed. Vulnerable.”
“Excellent. Then we’re halfway there.” He studied her for a moment. “You shaved your pussy. Did you do that for me? Or is it part of your normal grooming routine?” He tossed the cane to the side and moved in close, getting on his knees in front of her. His fingertips moved over her mound. “It’s smooth. You did this today or maybe yesterday. Did I mention how fucking good you smell?”
His face was right there. So close. It should be awkward, but all she wanted to do was shove her pussy at him and beg him to eat her right then and there. Her backside still burned from the cane, but all she could think of was getting his mouth on her. “Yes, Sir. And yes, I did it in the shower before I got dressed, though I do shave it normally. Fet wear can be unforgiving.”
She liked the way a smooth pussy felt and the confidence that she didn’t have wild hairs pushing through whatever fet wear she had on. But now she realized the real joys of being hairless. Sensitivity.
“Like I said, you shouldn’t wear anything at all.” He leaned forward, and she gasped as he put his nose right against her. “You should always be like this. This pussy is mine. Tell me who it belongs to, Louisa.”
“You.” The word came out without a thought because it was simply true. They might not work out, and her fear was she would always belong to him, to a man who loved her, but it wasn’t enough.
It felt like enough in this moment. It felt like everything.
“Me. This belongs to me.”
She felt a big finger teasing at her entrance, sliding around in all that cream he’d drawn out of her.
“TJ, please.” She no longer cared how pathetic she sounded. She needed him. He was right. They’d started something, and no matter how it ended, she needed to see where this path led to.
He didn’t move, simply eased his finger in and out and then around, as though learning her like he would a game. He was treating her like a toy he wanted to play with for a long time. “Yes, love, this is pleasing TJ enormously. Hush. I want to look at you.”
He was going to make her crazy, but she bit her bottom lip to keep from begging him again.
He finger fucked her gently and leaned over to give her clitoris a brush of his lips that did nothing but make her want more. She squirmed when he let his fingers trace over her skin toward her ass.
“TJ, please. Please.” She couldn’t hold back.
His head finally came up. “Please what? Are you begging me to fuck you, baby?”
Did she even try to spare her pride? What was the point in that? She would have to pay later whether she got tonight or not. Would it be easier or harder to let him go if she knew what it meant to be his woman?
Those questions didn’t mean a damn thing because pride was gone, laid bare and meaningless in the face of her desire.
“Yes. Please. Please.” She couldn’t stand another second of not being able to touch him.
He cursed and then he was releasing her ankles, standing to lift her off the hook and carry her to the bed. “I should torture you more. I get the feeling you’re going to do a lot of that to me before you give in, but I can’t. Not tonight. Tell me you want me.”