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)
I take her hair and guide her head as she tries to swallow me further. After a few inches, she chokes. I retreat, then force her to gag, again and again, until tears run out from under the blindfold.
She already knows it’s not easy to please me. It’s not easy to be mine. But my little bird likes it hard. She loves the challenge.
“Good girl.” I pull out and trace her puffy lips. I collect her tears and taste them. “How you please me.”
She sobs and accepts my soft kiss. I keep a hand on her throat so she knows I’m in control.
I move between her legs again. She’s still tied, spread-eagled in the center of the bed. I take the time to lube up my cock, fisting my length and squeezing until I groan. I use the head of my cock to spread the lube around her lower lips.
I’m almost ready to claim her. There’s only one thing left to do.
I reach behind her and fiddle with the knot at the back of her head, ready to undo the blindfold.
“No, please.” She shies away as much as she can with her arms secured over her head.
I grip her chin. “I’m going to take you now. And you will look at me.” I lift the silk to bare her eyes.
She’s breathing hard, overcome. Her gaze flies around the room and finds a home on my upper torso. She seems arrested by the scars that mar my chest, evidence of the dangerous nature of my hunts.
“Look at me, little bird,” I command, and she meets my gaze. The whites of her eyes flash. She’s startled prey caught in a trap. I set a hand on her chest and rest a little weight there, willing her to match the rhythm of my breath. “I’ve got you.” Her breathing slows. “I’ve got you.”
Her eyelids grow heavy as she calms. I can’t wait any longer. I push the head of my cock into her unyielding entrance. She’s slow to accept me, and I grit my teeth to keep from spilling too soon. I wait for her to soften, stroking her lovely cheek.
“I knew you would come to me. No,” I shush her when her lips tremble with a protest. “I know you did your best to resist. You can still fight me, little bird. I love it when you do.” I lean over her, holding myself over her body. With every minute that passes, my cock slides another millimeter inside her. “You come alive when you do. I never want to snuff out that fire.”
She whimpers and turns her head away. I catch her chin, forcing her to face me. “You will look at me while I fuck you.”
“It’s too much. I can’t.”
“You can take it. You will.” I rock into her, forcing her muscles to stretch. Her fingers clench and spasm like she wants to touch me. To claw at me, to stop me or force me closer, I will never know.
My balls are lead weights, swollen with cum. I want to ruin and ravage her, carve my name on her insides. But, no, tonight is for her. When she’s fully claimed and trained, there’ll be plenty of time to wreck her.
“Oh, gods!”
“When I’m inside you like this, you may call me Rex.”
Inara
A sigh shudders out of me, and my body welcomes his. There’s pain but a sense of rightness. He’s braced over me, holding himself up so his full weight doesn’t crush me into the bed. The muscles of his arms and chest are a masterpiece, an artist’s study rendered lovingly in the low light.
Tucked under him, I feel small and protected. I’m where I belong.
The last little bit of tension in my muscles melts out of me, and he slides another millimeter. He’s fully sheathed inside me.
“There it is.” He lets his pelvis rest against mine, letting me feel him. “You did it.” He kisses the tears tracking down my cheeks. “You feel so good.”
“Rex,” I call like he’ll come to my rescue. His eyes glitter as he stares at me. Damn him for forcing me to face him while he fucks me. It’s easier when I can hide.
I can forget that I’ve wanted this.
He knows that about me. He’s gloating. He’s gotten what he wanted. After tonight, I’ll be another trophy, another victim of a bored rich man’s plans.
I should’ve fought harder, longer—kept my distance. Instead, I’ve danced straight into the lion’s mouth.
Yet all I feel is relief. He’s conquered me, and I can let go. This must be how prey feels when the jaws close around its neck. The moment of peace before death.
“You’re going to come for me this way.”
I jerk my head. I’m too full, too focused on the sting of him stretching me to be able to orgasm.