Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
I step into the tub, and her eyes continue to track every movement. I submerge myself into the water, and fuck, it feels good. Can't remember the last time I had a goddamn bath. I reach for her, my knuckles brushing her jaw. I watch as a droplet rolls down my finger and onto her chin. Quietly, I tilt her face upward so she has to meet my gaze.
The pulse in her throat flutters. Her chest rises and falls in the heated water, but she doesn't flinch. I don't see fear in her eyes like I did before, but now something more—a magnetic pull, as if she doesn't even know who she is, but her body does. And it's telling her she wants more. I watch as a flicker of something dark, dense, buried under layers of confusion, passes. She wants to understand, wants clarity, but maybe a part of her remembers I am not someone she can trust. I want to get her focused back on me.
"Up here," I say with a little growl. She flinches, and her eyes meet mine. The heat of the tub envelops us as I scoot closer to her. I reach for her and pull her over to me. She floats easily in the hot water and nestles against my chest, the warmth of her skin next to mine. My hand splays across her stomach, my thumb grazing the underside of her breast, my pinky right at the little V of her pussy. She has a small, tight, unshaven patch. I rub my thumb along the edge and feel the softness of her satin skin. Underneath the surface, she's strong. I feel her muscles tense beneath my palms, and she does not pull away.
"How is your pain?" I ask gently into her ear.
"It's there, throbbing in the background. But tolerable," she mutters.
"Let me take your mind off of it," I whisper in her ear.
Her eyes close, and she lets her head fall on my shoulder. “Deal.”
My cock throbs beneath her ass.
I rub my thumb over her hard nipple in the water. I cup both breasts, weighing them in my palms and flicking water over them. I place one hand under her ass and lift her so that her breasts break through the surface. I bend and suckle a nipple between my teeth. I bite her lightly, and the way she moans—the sound in the small chamber—makes my dick hard as fuck. I lick and suck, tugging her nipple into the wet heat of my mouth until she's moaning, her mouth parted, her cheeks flushed, and I don't think it's from the heat of the water anymore.
"You have no idea how much I wanted this," I whisper in her ear. "You fought me. Wouldn't let me touch you anymore. Ran from me." I nibble her ear and tug the lobe with my teeth. She gasps, and my voice lowers again. "I should punish you for that."
She shivers, even though it's warm in here. "I should be afraid of your punishment.”
I drag my mouth along her neck and lick the water off her skin. Her pulse quickens under my lips, her body shrinking against mine. I crave her submission, crave her taste. I crave the way she responds to me as though she wants what I can give her, even if her mind betrays her.
I cup her abdomen and slide my hand lower over the warm wetness of her pussy, drawing out a soft gasp from her. I tighten my hold, keeping her close to me, her back against my chest and my cock against her ass. Her breath stutters as I press a finger to her throbbing clit, just teasing, just skimming.
"Tell me you fucking want this," I growl in her ear, my voice a command. "Convince me not to punish you."
"Tell me what that punishment would entail first," she says.
Hot damn. My pulse races.
"You over my knee. My palm across your ass. You, tied to my bedside, naked, while I tease you and bring you to the edge of climax. You, wearing my cum down your neck, back, and breasts while I stroke myself off again and make you watch.” She swallows with widened eyes as I continue. “You, sitting on my face, sucking my cock while I whip your ass, taste your cream, and don't let you come."
"Uhm. That sounds a lot more enticing than being locked in or grounded," she says with that humor.
"I can do that too."
She actually smiles at that, her laughter filling the small room.
"You want this. Admit it." My voice is a dark command.
When she doesn't respond with words, her body tells me everything I need to know. The way she shifts, opening her pussy to me, inviting me to touch her. I press one fingertip to her throbbing clit again and circle. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and she sighs contentedly. My other arm curls possessively around her waist, holding her tight as I press my lips to the hollow of her throat. She lets out a soft whimper, and a dark satisfaction and primal urge surge through me.