Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Of course she needed me to compliment her, to want to touch her. That was how she’d come to acknowledge her value. On the superficial shit.
Her pretty was what she felt she had to offer.
And she thought I wasn’t appreciating that.
Like I hadn’t been half-hard every single fucking moment I was with her.
“You’re allowed to ask me for things, pet,” I told her, running my hands through her silky hair. “This doesn’t and should never just go one way.”
She was silent for a long time, and I pulled her over toward the couch, then lowered her down on my lap.
Waiting it out.
I knew she was looking for the courage to say something.
I had to let her figure out how to do that without prompting.
“Why aren’t we sleeping together?” she asked, voice a small whisper.
“Because you haven’t been ready,” I said.
To that, she finally looked up, shooting me such an exasperated look that I wanted to throw my head back and laugh.
“That’s not what I meant,” I said, smiling as I ran my hand over her skin.
I didn’t know what was in the tub of sweet-smelling body cream she slathered on every night and morning, but the shit made her skin the softest I’d ever felt.
“Trust me, pet, I can’t wait to bury my cock inside your perfect pussy. The thought fucking keeps me up at night.”
“Then why can’t we do it?” she asked.
“What I’m hearing is you are unsatisfied,” I said instead of answering.
“Well, the relentless teasing with the panties didn’t exactly help.”
“Edging,” I corrected, cock twitching at the thought of how she’d cried and begged for release.
She’d do that for my cock one day.
Just not quite yet.
“And it was punishment,” I reminded her. “It was meant to be uncomfortable.”
“Mission accomplished,” she grumbled, making a smile tug at my lips.
I got to my feet, making Scarlet squeal as she tried to get to her feet in time.
She managed, but it was useless, because I was already reaching for her, ducking down, and tossing her over my shoulder.
Another shriek escaped her as I stood up straight, slapping her bare ass once as I started walking us through the penthouse.
I dropped her down on my bed, reaching for the restraints, but readjusting them so that her arms and legs were spread wide on the mattress.
“No! Where are you going?” she cried when I turned to walk out of the room.
I didn’t answer her.
Better to keep the mystery alive.
Telling her that the dog wanted to go out wasn’t exactly going to fix the mood. Besides, making her wait like that was going to build the anticipation.
I wanted her aching again before I even touched her.
Once he was let back inside, Hugh made his way toward Scarlet’s bed. A dog who was used to his habits, even if his mom wasn’t in the bed with him.
Finished with that, I made my way back into the room, finding Scarlet already wiggling on the bed, trying and failing to press her thighs together.
I closed the door behind myself then, eyes on her, starting to slip off my clothes.
And fuck if her chest didn’t start rising and falling more rapidly as the layers came off.
I kept on my boxer briefs purely for self-restraint reasons.
This was about her.
About giving her what she needed.
To come, sure.
But more so than that, the undivided attention she was craving.
“Julian, please,” she pleaded softly, hips writhing restlessly.
I wasn’t done teasing, though.
She would have a fuckuva lot more sweet torture before she got to come.
I moved over to the bed, climbing up, and starting to run my hands over her.
Up her calves, thighs, hips, belly, chest, shoulders.
I took the same path back down with my lips and tongue, then up again, feeling her body practically vibrating with need.
My lips were on her neck, feeling the frantic pulse of her heart there before moving up. Along her jaw, the shell of her ear, between her brows. Then, finally, sealing my lips to hers.
She whimpered against my kiss as I deepened it, as my teeth nipped, and my tongue explored.
I felt her yanking against her restraints, wanting to wrap me up in arms and legs.
I pressed up, looking down, seeing wetness gathered in her eyes.
So desperate for release that she was about ready to cry.
That was exactly where I wanted her.
This time, when my lips blazed a path downward, they didn’t stop until they found their intended target.
Her body jolted hard as my lips closed around her clit and sucked, and the sound that escaped her was half pain and half pleasure.
She wouldn’t take long.
She was so close.
I couldn’t even slip my fingers inside of her before she was arching and shaking, until she was crying out her release, then collapsing back down, panting hard with relief.
“We’re not done, pet,” I told her, running my tongue up and down her pussy, then around her clit, but not making any contact with the too-sensitive spot until she was whimpering and writhing again.