Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I could see her pulse racing at her throat, but her large brown nipples were stiff and hard, and the perfume of her arousal filled my nostrils.
Tentatively, she lifted her hands to the top of her head. Her heavy breasts rose and spread with the movement, like an offering for my mouth, which watered for a taste.
“Good girl,” I praised. I still didn’t touch her although I could tell through her pleading gaze that she wanted me to. “Now spread your legs wide.”
She let out a tiny whimper of desire, eyes still glued to mine as she slid her bare feet wider.
“That’s it, baby. Very good. Now, let’s see how wet you are.” I reached between her legs and stroked two fingers over her slit. “Did you do a good job with that vibrator?”
She trembled when I touched her, like it was almost too much to bear. Her belly shuddered in and out.
“Ohh.” I made the syllable an exclamation of pleasure when I felt her feminine honey that practically dripped between my fingers.
We were alone in the bunkhouse. No one else lived here at the moment, so she could be as loud as she wanted. And if anyone heard, I didn’t care. They’d know my mate was being well satisfied.
“Yes, you were a good girl, weren’t you?” I kept gliding my fingers through her slick at the same time my other hand came to cup one of her breasts. I brushed my thumb over her taut nipple.
Unsteady, her hands came off her head to fall on my shoulders.
“Uh-uh.” I gave her breast a light slap. “Hands on your head, beautiful.”
She gasped, and her hands flew back to the top of her head.
“I want your body open and available for my exploration.”
Her juices practically gushed between her legs. She liked my brand of dirty talk. Liked being dominated. Good to know. I never thought of myself as bossy or controlling, but I found it natural to be in charge of her. Natural now to take care of my mate’s needs by holding the reins.
I slid one finger up to roll the pad of it over her clit, and she squirmed, shifting her hips right and left and whimpering. “Which do you like better, my finger or the vibrator?”
“Your finger,” she answered immediately.
My wolf gave a growl of satisfaction. I wouldn’t have been offended at all if she’d said the vibrator, but I loved that she preferred my touch.
I wiggled my finger in a quick, vibrating motion, and she let out a sobbing breath. “Ohhh. J.”
Fuck, I loved hearing her nickname for me on her lips. I stopped touching and lifted my finger to my mouth, sucking. “You taste so good, baby,” I said when I pulled it out.
I picked up the furry handcuffs from the bed. “Turn around, Lyssa.”
She blinked. There was a stutter in her energy. I didn’t know how I could tell, but I could. “You can… you can just call me baby when we’re in bed,” she said.
Huh. She didn’t like hearing her name. That was interesting. Something to follow up on later. Right now, I wanted to keep her in the mood.
I lowered my lids to half-mast. “Turn around, baby.”
She immediately complied, turning to face the bed with her hands on top of her head.
I took one wrist, then the other and slowly, gently, pulled them behind her back. “Do you like having control taken away, Ly– baby?”
“Um…”
I snapped one of the cuffs on her wrist, then ran my finger around it to make sure it wasn’t too tight. “Does it help you let go and enjoy yourself?” I snapped the other side in place.
Instinctively, she tugged and tested the hold.
“Yes.” She breathed the syllable with a sound of relief, like she needed me to name a good reason before she agreed to what her body craved.
I put my hands on her waist and shifted her to center her body at the foot of my bed. I’d chosen the large, spacious room with a queen bed, the perfect place to fuck my mate.
“Bend over, baby.”
She hesitated.
I swatted her ass, a little harder than the playful swat before my shower, but nothing rough. “That was an order, beautiful girl.”
She let out a breathy giggle and folded at the waist, hovering above the bed.
I chuckled and pushed her torso down until she lay on it. “Face down, baby.” It occurred to me that with her breast size it might not be the most comfortable position. I grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. “Lift up for a moment,” I commanded.
She did, and I slid the pillow under her chest. Now, her face wasn’t so smashed into the bed, either.
“Good girl. Comfortable, baby?”
“Yes.”
Fuck, she was pretty like this. I gave her ass a slap. “It’s yes, sir, when you’re in cuffs, beautiful.”