Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
She skates her hands up my sides and cups my breasts, her clever fingers toying with my nipples. And then the little asshole bites me. Not hard enough to do damage; no, she sets her teeth against the spot right over my clit just hard enough to send a spike of pain, quickly followed by the pleasure of her tongue. It surprises me so much, I orgasm on the spot. I grind down on her mouth, moaning and cursing, until the last wave crests.
Only then do I slump to the side and stretch out next to her. “That was a nasty little move.”
Aurora swipes her thumb over her bottom lip, making a show of gathering up the evidence of my orgasm, and sucks it clean. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
I kiss her. There’s no artifice behind it, no ulterior motive. I just want to kiss that bratty mouth, and so I do. She meets me in the middle, half pulling me back on top of her. And then there’s no more time for thinking. We’re off again, my hand dipping between her thighs, her hand cupping my pussy and pushing two fingers into me. It’s messy and rushed and damn near a frenzy as we kiss and stroke each other toward the peak again. And again. And again.
By the time we surface, my phone is buzzing on the fifth call from someone, and the clock tells me I’m going to be late. Fuck.
“I have to go.” I press my forehead to Aurora’s.
“Are you sure you have to go?” She kisses my neck and skates her hands down either side of my spine, urging me to keep rocking against her. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
“You’re nothing but trouble.” I kiss her and disengage before I can reconsider. As good as this fucking has been, it’s too easy to forget that I’m trying to scale her walls and simply revel in the pleasure of it all. I can’t shake the feeling that she’s well aware of that, too. That maybe she’s using it as a distraction to keep me at a distance.
That won’t do. It won’t do at all.
“Stay there.” I stalk out of the bedroom and down the hall to the playroom. It takes ten seconds to find the toy I’m looking for and return to find Aurora exactly where I left her. I toss it onto the mattress next to her. “Six times.”
She blinks. “What?”
“Use that to make yourself come six times after I leave. After every one, you will say, ‘Thank you, Mistress,’ before you begin again.”
She props herself up on her elbows and eyes the vibrator. It’s a relatively new piece of technology designed by a genius of a woman to deliver blended orgasms. I’ve used it on myself, but never with a partner. Not until now. Aurora makes a show of frowning. “What’s to stop me from lying?”
I toss her phone, which I had pocketed, next to her. “You’ll record it. I’ve already put my number into your phone.”
“If you wanted a sex tape, you could have just asked.”
I allow myself a smile. “No, Aurora. I don’t want a video of your pussy as you come. I want one of your face.” I watch the understanding dawn in her expression as she realizes the vulnerability I’m demanding of her. It’s one thing to orgasm with another person—or several—in the heat of the moment. It’s entirely another to do it alone with the knowledge that it will be viewed later. I point at the phone. “Six orgasms, six videos. Text each to me as you finish.”
She presses her lips together. “And if I don’t?”
I shrug, because I knew this was coming. Aurora wouldn’t be Aurora if she didn’t push back with every step forward we make. “Then you won’t orgasm for the remainder of this assignation. It’s your choice.” I turn and walk away, allowing myself a smile as her curses follow me into the bathroom.
Some days, it’s good to be queen.
18
Aurora
As soon as Malone leaves the room to go to work, I flop down on the bed and curse hard. I am a fucking failure. Not only did I not take advantage of the opportunity being in Malone’s bed offered, but I woke up humping her like a horny teenager. Worse, for those few hours with her mouth on my skin and my hands on her body, I forgot I hated her at all. There was no room for anything but sheer need.
“What the hell am I doing?” I pick up the phone and stare at it. I already know I’m going to obey her command. No matter what questions I asked, there was never a drop of doubt that I’d be recording myself orgasming and sending the videos to her.
Maybe that’s why I start dialing. I’ve been here less than a week, and I’ve already lost sight of the ultimate goal. I need the reminder, the slap in the face to get my head on straight. There’s only one person capable of doing it, only one I’ve trusted enough to tell the full truth.