Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
And I wasn’t serious about escaping him.
CHAPTER FOUR
(Matthew)
After a decadently long midday nap, there wasn’t a lot of time to prepare for the night I wanted us to experience. The birthday party had been fantastic, the poolside shenanigans filthy, but out of the entire trip so far, the most memorable sex for me had happened that morning, by ourselves, no toys, no tricks. Looking into Charlotte’s eyes as I let go inside her had been the highlight of my entire sexual life. It hadn’t been playful or staged. It had been raw, intimate, and deeply connected.
It had been so different because I loved her. And now, I was at a bit of a loss as to how to arrange all the kink around that love.
For a guy as into wild sexual flings as I was, my relationships had been pretty tame, if I used the word subjectively. I’d opened my first Ascend property when I’d been dating Brett—fiancé number two—and since then, every serious relationship had included trips to Ascend Red. But a few weekends of swinging with random kink nights sprinkled in here and there had been fine with those partners.
Now, I had Charlotte.
There was no way I would be able to return to New York and fall into a BDSM-on-special-occasions sex life with her. She wouldn’t be satisfied; that much had been clear to me as far back as our dirty texting days.
Which has been weeks, not years, I reminded myself. But it felt like I’d known Charlotte for so much longer. Like I’d always known her.
That didn’t make being with her any less exciting or surprising.
I glanced toward the bathroom, where she was finishing up a shower, and called Miranda. “Is the room ready?”
“Fully stocked and decorated,” she confirmed. “And they did bring the extra restraints, just in case.”
“Just in case” had been the exact terminology I’d used when I’d made the request. If Miranda didn’t love the climate on the island so much, I’d have lured her away to New York by now. I could have used someone like her on a daily basis.
“And the stylists?” I asked as the water stopped running.
“En route, ETA five minutes,” she said. “And the final touches will be assembled while they’re working on her.”
“Thanks, I’m hanging up now.” I hit the button and tossed the phone on the bed on my way to the en suite bathroom.
“I’m hurrying,” Charlotte said, wrapping a big, fluffy towel around herself. “I promise, I’m hurrying.”
“No rush. We have all night.” I waited until she went to the vanity and picked up the hair dryer to add, “And two stylists coming in to get you ready.”
Her eyes met mine in the mirror. “You’re kidding.”
“No. they understand my vision for our game tonight.” I placed my hands on her bare shoulders and gently stroked my thumb down her neck. “I’ve been thinking of another safe word we could use. When it’s the two of us.”
“Ooh. Tell me.” She leaned back on me and my hands slipped down her chest, pushing the towel down and baring her nipples.
I leaned close to her ear. “Mercy.”
She shivered.
“‘Mercy’ it is, then?” I asked, and she nodded, wetting her bottom lip with a quick touch of her pointed tongue.
I captured one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and her eyes in the glass. “Let me hear it now.”
Her eyes widened as I pinched tighter. Her chest hitched, and she leaned into my touch, despite the whimper of pain she muffled behind her lips.
“I can’t hear you, princess.” I cupped her other breast and stroked with the pressure of a feather around that tight peak. The warring sensations pulled a cry from her throat.
“Mercy,” she gasped finally. “Mercy, my dragon.”
“Good girl.” I kissed her cheek and reached for my cane. I needed to step away from her or else I was going to end up fucking her before the night even got started. “We only have a few minutes before the stylists get here, so I want to clarify, one last time: Is there anything you don’t want me to do tonight?”
“Anything that’s a go in the paperwork is fine by me.” She reached for a bottle of moisturizer and slicked some between her hands. “Don’t worry. I’ve got the hang of safe words and boundaries. If I don’t like something, I’ll let you know. But I don’t want you to hold back.”
“Did you think I was holding back when I had you tied to a chair and forced you to come during breakfast on your first morning here?” I asked, my own words quickening my pulse.
“No, but you didn’t do any of that to me,” she pointed out. “You asked other people to do those things. Tonight, you’ll be the one getting rough with me.”
That was true. As far as our kinky experimentation went, we hadn’t engaged in impact play or punishments of any kind. The closest I’d gotten was smacking her on the ass while we fucked. “You’ve done impact before, right?”