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)
He cursed behind her, and his hand fell away. “I’m not going to make it easy on you.”
“Well, you’ve already taken away my hands. I’d like them back because I want to stroke your cock. I want to roll those big balls in the palm of my hand while you fuck my throat.” She didn’t normally use that word, but it felt right.
“There she is. There’s my dirty girl.” He ran the edge of the ruler up her spine, making her sit up straighter, her breasts thrusting out. “When you decide to do something, you go all in. I always knew if I could get you invested in this lifestyle, I would have the sweetest, nastiest little sub in the world. You’re going to let me do dirty things to you, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes.” She would pretty much let him do anything. “I’m not going to hold back on you when it comes to this. I want this.”
“You know if I have this, I’ll likely have you. You won’t be able to hold yourself back, and I know deep down that you love me. At least I think so.”
“I know, but I need the time.” Despite the revelations, she couldn’t make the decision in that moment, couldn’t do more than live in this space and let herself be. That was a decision for future Lou, too.
“I’ll give it to you,” he vowed. “But you’re going to give me everything today.” He moved around to her front, kneeling down and fishing into his pocket. He brought out a binder clip, the kind she used to keep reports together.
What the hell was he planning on doing with that? He played with it for a moment, forcing it open so there was a bit of give to it.
“Uhm, I thought we were going to let me give you a blow job.” Maybe he forgot.
The wicked look in his eyes told her he hadn’t. “We’ll get there. But first I need to make my toy look even prettier. Lean back.”
She bit her bottom lip, as she suspected where he was planning to put that thing and that he likely had a matching one in those pockets of his. “Maybe we should talk.”
“Maybe I should slap your pussy with this ruler.”
Lou leaned back.
A savage grin crossed her Dom’s face, lighting him up in a way that made Lou’s blood pound. He was the sexiest man in the world, and he was hers if she was brave enough to take him. “It’s good to know you have some self-preservation skills. Don’t worry. This won’t hurt.” He leaned over and let his hand brush against her right breast, stopping to play with the nipple. He caught it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it. “Much.”
He slid the clamp over her and it bit into her flesh, making her squirm. He ignored her discomfort and moved to her left breast, giving it the same rough-and-tumble treatment.
It hurt, and it woke something inside her because she liked the pain. The pain freed some piece of her that had been bound up and shoved away. The piece that didn’t fit into the life she’d been supposed to lead.
She’d made the decision to allow that side of herself out when she’d given up her cushy professorship to work for the Agency, but now that part still inside came roaring to life. She was bowed back, her body on display for him, and she suddenly felt so fucking powerful.
This was a choice. She chose to explore this with him, to let herself figure out what worked and what didn’t, and to not flinch from any of it. This was her right. Her sexuality wasn’t something to push to the side. It was one of the pillars of who she was, as much as her smarts or her loyalty.
And she wanted to give it all to him, to the only man who could bring this out of her.
“You got a third one in there, TJ?”
His eyes narrowed. “You think you can handle it, sub? You kind of sound like you want me to slip a clamp on your clitoris. Is that what you want? You want your Dom to clamp your clit and fuck your mouth?”
“Yes.” She’d never been more sure of anything. Even as she could feel her nipples pulsing with the clamps, she wanted it on her clit, wanted to show him how savage she could be. She could be enough for him. Enough for her.
He reached in and pulled out a small clamp. “I wasn’t sure if I would use it, but I’m ready for you. Hold still.” He leaned in and slid the cold clamp over her hot flesh. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
She’d never been so wet, so ready for something that she knew was going to take a while. Her Dom seemed determined to make this torture session last. Old TJ would have thrown her over the couch and had his way with her.