Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“This is going to be cold, but it’s all right. I’ll warm you up, luv.”
She gasped as his words were proven true. Something cold hit her sensitive flesh, and Steph bit her bottom lip to keep from calling out.
“It’s all right.” His tone was soothing and he massaged the cool lubricant against her, rimming her with that big finger of his.
Why did that sensation seem to go straight to her pussy? It was odd. If he hadn’t warmed her up before, she likely would have protested it, but now there was something sexy about this intimacy.
“You’re gorgeous everywhere. This was the mistake I made that night. I was too eager to have you. I should have taken hours and hours. I should have explored every single inch of you, and then by morning I wouldn’t have been able to leave.”
She didn’t want to hear him talk like that. It hurt to hear those words and think about what might have happened. “You’re dangerously close to me saying my safe word, Brody.”
“I’m hurting you?” His hand moved away in an instant.
“Not physically, but I can’t do this with you. You promised me this wasn’t some way of working out our problems. We agreed to no past and no future.”
She could practically feel his disappointment, but she wasn’t going to waver in this. Pleasure was all she could take from him and all she was willing to give.
His hand was back, this time pressing her against the padding as something hard suddenly rimmed her. “Only this. But you should know, this is me preparing for the future. If all you want of me is the Dom, then you better be prepared. I’ll take what I can get. I’ll make you my sweet submissive, and one of the things my sweet sub will do is take my cock anywhere I want to fuck her with it. And I’ll definitely be taking this gorgeous hole.”
The plug pressed in, and Steph let out a shaky moan.
“Relax.” Brody moved the plug around and around, sinking deeper each time. “Don’t try to keep me out. I’m getting inside.”
He was. He was pressing in and there wasn’t anything she could do. She was trapped and it felt good. The plug stretched her wide, a sensation on the right side of pain.
The plug slid in and she could feel the base against her backside. It felt huge inside her, but she knew he was bigger. How would it feel to take Brody deep inside her? To have him in a way she’d never had a man before?
“Don’t you move.” His voice was rough and she felt the loss of his hand on her skin. “If you lose the plug, we’ll start all over again and we’ll start with a spanking that you won’t forget. Do I make myself clear?”
His voice was harder than it had been before, devoid of the emotion that had flowed between them only moments before, but it was for the best. This was the only kind of affection she could take from him. This was all they could have, but he would see it was for the best, too.
She heard the sound of water running and held her place. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.
Don’t think about what happens when he gets tired of how stubborn you are.
Don’t think about how you’ll feel when he moves on and finds a woman who can give him what he needs.
Don’t think about how much you love him.
She felt him move behind her, felt his thighs touch the backs of her legs as he moved in.
“Look up. Eyes forward.”
She tilted her chin up and saw what she hadn’t seen before. There was a mirror in front of her and she could see his big body behind her, the erotic image searing into her brain. She looked small and vulnerable compared to him. Helpless.
And yet she was the one who’d hurt him.
His jaw was tight as he opened the condom in his hand and rolled it over his cock. There was no teasing hint of a smile, no look of comfort in his face.
This was the Dom and this would be an exchange. She’d done as he’d asked, allowed him to shove a piece of plastic up her ass, and now he would service her.
This was what she’d watched between the king and queen of Loa Mali, though she rather thought their positions had been reversed. Mistress Day had seemed almost desperate to reach her husband and he’d been wooden and cold. Uncomfortable in his own skin.
She didn’t have a problem with her skin. She could be naked all day, but his words…
She was uncomfortable with her own soul. Wasn’t that infinitely worse?
She was giving him no past. No future. No connection except a sexual one, and it was stamped right there on his face that he needed more.