Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
He manhandles me all the way to the bed in the center of the room when I realize that of course we’re in the private room that has O-rings attached to the bed and a handy dandy little box of weapons of ass destruction at his disposal. Half a second later I realize he doesn’t care about those, because he’s reaching for his belt.
Gah! His belt!
“I don’t think you quite understand the danger you’re in,” he says as he arranges me into position and with absolute expertise snaps my wrists in the rings over my head. Ohhhh, boy.
“I do! Stranger danger,” I say, even as my heart’s pounding so quickly I’m nauseous. I’m in a world of danger and I know it.
After my wrists are secured, he goes for my ankles.
Okay, so I was banking on a little slap and tickle, but now that we’re here—
Oh, fuck. Are those… they are. He’s got a spreader bar and ankle cuffs in his hand.
Fuck, fuckity fuck!
“Ah, okay, Adriano, so maybe I don’t think I’ve quite earned—"
Thwap.
“Yeooowch!” I holler when the first lash of his belt across my ass sets in. A line of fire flames in its wake before a second sharp smack follows the first.
“When I tell you to stay put, I fucking mean for you to stay put,” he snaps, with none of the come hither domination of our wedding night. He’s nothing but a cold, hard alpha wielding a thick leather belt, and there’s no question I’m here for it.
Again and again, he smacks his belt against my ass, building a delicious fire that stokes my arousal but still hurts like mad. A deep burning sensation builds while he spanks me, over and over again, until I’m going to lose my mind.
I’m so turned on I can’t stand it, my clit pulsing, and I know if he keeps this up, I’m going to climax right here, right now.
“Did you hear a word I said or are you fucking blissed out right now?”
“Yes, and yes,” I pant, unable to move an inch.
“Good,” he says, shaking his head. But when I crane my neck to look at him, some of the fire in his eyes has died down.
I’m panting, so aroused I can hardly think straight, and my ass is in literal flames right now, but relief still floods through me.
“Good,” I whisper, echoing his own sentiment. “Did that help?”
I watch him thread his belt around his waist as his eyes soften. “You did that on purpose.”
I swallow and nod as he kneels and unfastens the cuffs on my ankles, then the ones around my wrists.
I loop my arms around his neck. “I did. And I’m doing this on purpose, too.”
I kneel in front of him, still wearing nothing but a thong, my tats, and now the stripes of his belt. I lick my lips and swallow, eager to taste him.
“Quinn…” he groans, as I unfasten the belt he just tightened and gently tug it loose.
“Please, Adriano,” I whisper. I am dying to do this for him, so eager my mouth waters and my hands are all clammy.
When I reach for his thick, throbbing cock, I groan. Jesus, he’s big and hard as fuck after whipping my ass.
I guide him out and eagerly lick the tip.
“Fuck me,” he groans, as I ease him into my mouth.
I love the way he sighs and grips my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his cock. I love the way he makes me gag, how I’m eager for more when the salty, manly taste of him tells me how aroused he is. I grip his ass and move my tongue and lips, sucking him in and savoring the sounds of approval he lavishes on me. My own arousal is dangerously combustive when he finally throws his head back and spills. I swallow eagerly until he slumps against me and curses.
“You did that on purpose. Jesus fucking Christ, woman, give me that cunt. Now.”
And then we’re on the bed and I’m straddling his face and he’s as good with his tongue as he is with his cock. I brace myself above him. His hands grip my sides and hold me in place while he circles my clit with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I groan, my hips undulating with perfect pleasure as he sucks and licks me lazily. “I’m not gonna last, I’m going to…”
“Come,” he finishes my sentence and orders at the same time.
I scream when bliss rocks me to my core. I’m boneless, wrapped in ecstasy, as he licks me straight through the most intense orgasm of my life. I sigh when the waves of ecstasy begin to ebb and start to ease my way off of him.
But I can’t. He’s gripping me so tightly I can’t move.
“Adriano!” I’m so sensitive it almost hurts but he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me until I’m ramped up all over again, impossibly aroused but so sensitized I’m not sure I like this. Then the second orgasm ricochets through me and I definitely like it. “Oh. My. God,” I groan, thankful these walls are soundproof because I can’t stop the raspy scream. “Ahhhh!”