Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Does it make you feel better? Fighting me?”
“Fuck you,” I spit.
“Oh, I will.” He grips my sex, this time squeezing my labia until I cry out. “But not tonight. Not until you beg me for it.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Do you want to bet?” He finds the spots he tormented before. The ones I’ve savored. The spot on my hip, the bruises at the crook of my elbows. He digs his thumbs in, and I writhe. “I know you. I know what you need.”
The pain blooms through me, washing me clean.
“There she is. There’s my girl.” He sets his knee between my legs. The ridge of his thigh brushes my bare sex. “Take what you need.”
This time, he does nothing to make me come. It’s all me. I grind down on his leg, angling my hips any way I need, chasing pleasure. Sweat rolls down my bare back, making me slide against the leather. I grab the cuff chains and strain, leaning back so I can slide on his pant leg. The slick sound it makes has me cringing, but the scent of him surrounds me, washing all shame away. There’s only him and me and need.
And the way he’s staring at me like he’s never seen anything so exquisite, so divine. “You’re beautiful.”
I make a desperate sound.
“Do you need more? Do you need me?”
I nod.
He plumps my breasts, pinching my nipples. And then, he twists them as if he’d tear them from my body. Pain slices through me, and my orgasm surges in my belly.
He steps forward, trapping me between his body and the cross. He’s everywhere, the wool of his slacks scratching my inner thighs, his crisp white shirt sticking to my skin, his cheek brushing the top of my head. Surrounding me, keeping me safe as pleasure claws at me.
At some point, he releases my nipples to hold me. The sting increases as the blood rushes in.
My sex throbs against his leg. I came, but it wasn’t enough.
“I need it,” I sob.
“I know, little bird. And I’m here. I’m going to give you everything.”
Him
She’s incredible, cuffed to the cross, her eyes glazed, pupils blown. Her golden skin glows in the low light.
I step back and remove my tux jacket. I didn’t take the time to strip before. The difference in power—her bared to my gaze, me fully clothed—is too potent a weapon not to wield in a scene.
But now I need to feel her against me.
She’s raised her head, more alert by the time I’ve removed my shirt, and stares at my bare torso.
I don’t think of myself as vain—nature, genes, and breeding gave me the height and proportions that give me an advantage as a hunter. I train like a warrior, in and outside of a gym. My preferred sport requires it. It doesn’t matter that society finds me attractive, except when I can use their interest against them to draw them in.
Maybe that’s why her perusal pleases me. She’s the one I’ve chosen to claim.
“So many scars,” she says, and that gives me pause. I can’t think of another partner who’s noticed the evidence of the battles I’ve fought and won. Or maybe I don’t really allow anyone else to see me.
But she sees me. She always has. Even with the blindfold on. Her sketches attest to that.
I crave her insight, even as I want to punish her for pointing out evidence of my vulnerability.
I head to the wall of implements and select a few things. Clamps for her nipples, a curved vibrator for her pussy. And a small whip.
She shivers when I ready her for the clamps and attach them and moans when I slide the vibrator home. I secure the vibrator with straps around her thighs so it will stay put and turn it on so it’ll pulse with increasing intensity before switching off for a few seconds. Her abs clench as it turns on, and she hums low in her throat.
I stand back and wait for the vibrator to fall silent. I flick the whip at the marks I gave her in our last scene. She turns her head and tries to tuck it into her arm, but she can’t hide her responses. Her sleek muscles quiver and strain.
I slash at her legs, whipping from knee to hip. Her head bows so her damp hair hangs down.
“Look at me,” I order.
She does, baring her teeth at me. Magnificent.
I snap the whip at her belly. She hisses but keeps her defiant pose. I make the whip bite at her breasts, reddening the tops before striking at the left nipple clamp.
She stiffens, throwing her head back to let out an anguished cry. I whip the right clamp to keep things even and step in close. I lean in to find her gaze and push the vibrator deep, turning it up to full power. She shudders against me, her mouth open as she pants.