Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
But Oliver has other plans.
The vibrator hums to life against my sensitive flesh, and I gasp, trying to squirm away.
“Please, I can’t—“
“Who’s in control?” he asks, one hand pinning my hipbone to the bed. His lids hang low, dark eyes smoldering with command.
“You are, sir.”
“And if I want to give you ten more orgasms, what will you do about it?”
“I-I don’t…what do you mean—“
“You’ll do nothing but lie there and take each one.”
The wand pulses harder, forcing me back to a state of arousal with cruel intentions. My back bows off the bed as reckless need shudders through me. Before I can reclaim my breath, he slides down and replaces the vibrator with his tongue.
Each wet stroke unleashes fresh tremors. I clutch the sheets, voice splintering into hoarse cries as another climax surges.
“Sir,” I sob, trembling. “No more.”
“Every time you beg me to stop, I’ll add another.”
I bite my lip, holding back the plea. Unbidden, my knees inch closer together.
“Wide open, Novalee.” He slaps my inner thigh. “Do I need to get the rope?”
“No, sir.” Shaking my head, I groan.
He returns to my pussy, lips nipping, fingers lodging inside me. The vibrator aids him in breaking me apart.
I’ve lost all control, my muscles cramping with each forced climax.
He doesn’t stop at two or even three.
Oliver holds me captive through five more since the one I gave him in the tub, each orgasm harsher than the last.
By the end, I’m wrecked.
Tears streak down my cheeks as I tremble in the wreckage of overstimulation. I sag against the bed, every layer unraveled, and only then does he show mercy.
He gathers me into his arms, tucks a blanket around us, and draws me to his chest. My head rests beneath his chin, cheek pressed to the warm rise and fall of his breath. One of his legs hooks over mine, cocooning me in a tender hold.
We sink in the aftermath, skin to skin. Sometime later, as my thoughts begin to surface, I realize…
I’m confused.
Not only by my response to him, but by the gentleness of his touch, the steady beat of his heart against my ear, the soft brush of his foot nudging mine under the covers.
Mostly, I’m confused because he made me come in endless agony, yet he’s lying here, awake and…
Hard.
I shift slightly, pressing into the thick ridge straining between us. His cock twitches, but he doesn’t move or ask for anything.
“Sir?”
His lips tilt, a smile I sense more than see. “You can relax that bratty tongue. No more punishment for tonight.”
I lift my gaze, and he angles back to meet it. My pulse stumbles, because he’s sexier than I’ve ever seen him.
His black hair, tousled from the humidity of our bath, falls in thick waves that tempt my fingers. He smells fresh, with something deeper underneath—a hint of earth wrapped in mahogany.
“Novalee?” His gravelly voice reels me in, and I blink, caught staring with an ember of attraction too raw to hide. “What’s on your mind?”
“What about…?” I trail off, nodding toward the unmistakable bulge between us.
“Ask what you want to ask.”
“Don’t you want to…finish?”
“I finished you six times. Was that not enough?” The question’s blunt, but his tone teases.
“I meant you.”
“Tonight’s not about me.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out, so I snap it shut.
He watches me a moment longer, dark lashes heavy over eyes that haven’t lost their heat. “This confuses you.”
“Yes! None of you have ever put me first.”
Except Sebastian.
I lock the thought away before it guts me.
“Don’t mistake my restraint for an act of gentlemanly behavior. I’ve had plans for you since you walked into my house.”
The warmth seeps out of me, chased off by suspicion. “You used Dr. Price to groom me, didn’t you?” I glance around the room, taking in the apparatuses Oliver introduced me to.
“I did. But only because you needed preparation.”
“Preparation for what? This?” As soon as the words settle between us, I know better.
He means the trip to the States in two days.
“The initiation,” I say, anxiety fluttering in my stomach. “What’s going to happen there?”
“Tonight was about you. What happens in the circle is about what I get to take from you.”
“And what is that?”
“Your sassy mouth.” He slips a finger between my lips. “My cock will initiate all the places I’m allowed to explore.”
“You plan to take me anally.”
“Yes.”
“And orally.”
“Most definitely.”
“And I’m not allowed to come.”
All statements. All true.
“Not in the circle, but if you behave, I might give you relief later that night.”
“I’m more worried about my safety than an orgasm, Oliver. The last time I went abroad…” My voice thickens, and I have to swallow past the remembered anguish. “Well, you know how that turned out.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” His palm curves over my cheek. “I’ve already hired private security.”
“Why do we need security?”