Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
I hadn’t been so pleased with it while I’d been flying to New York six years ago, but I had just been left money on a nightstand after sex. My pride had been more bruised than my ass.
His hands skimmed down my arms. “So, you view the spanking as a reward, rather than a punishment?”
Goosebumps rose on my arms in the wake of his palms. “It wouldn’t be a very effective punishment for me, Sir. I’d do bad things just to get attention.”
He laughed softly. “I’ll have to think of something else, then.” Coming around to face me, he said, “Take off your bra.”
My fingers trembled as I reached for the clasp. He watched me, his expression unreadable in the dim light. I unhooked the band and let the straps slide down my arms.
He waited until I’d dropped the bra on the floor to reach for me. With one hand, he stroked a lazy circle around the pink tip of my breast. It must have taken him an amazing amount of self-control to stand there, unaffected, and I don’t say that to flatter myself. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him; he was just somehow able to cover up his desire. To be patient, to take his time. When all I wanted was to have him inside me.
Brushing back a lock of my hair from the top of my breast, he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth. I thought I might topple to the floor under the onslaught of sensation that battered me. He looked up, amused, and released me.
“I think I will spank you tonight, Sophie,” he said, his voice low and full of wicked promises. “If you are a very, very good girl.”
Chapter Ten
“How do you want me to be good, Sir?” I asked Neil. I was breathless and bare under his gaze. My panties were absolutely plastered to my vulva, and I was certain my skin was moments from bursting into flame. The thought of earning what I desired, from the only man who could give it to me, ramped up my arousal to an almost uncomfortable level.
“Answer a few of my questions. After today, I don’t want to make any mistakes with you.” He idly traced one fingertip around my nipple then went to the bed to sit on the edge. “I need to know what you’re comfortable with. We can push limits later. Tonight, we’ll start simply.”
I couldn’t believe he wanted to talk at a time like this. Wasn’t he supposed to just throw me down and, you know, dominate me?
“I already know how you feel about spanking,” he said with his half-smile. “What about oral sex?”
“For me or for you?” I asked, and my clit was screaming for me, for me, for me! “Because I think you already know that I’m a big fan of having you go downtown.”
“For both of us,” he clarified. “How would you feel about sucking my cock?”
Fuck, did he have to use that word? I was so freaking turned-on already. “Good question.”
“Take all the time you need.”
I looked down at him and wet my lips. I couldn’t believe what I was about to say, and when I spoke, the words didn’t even sound like my own voice above the blood pounding in my ears. “I want to. I want to suck you off and swallow your cum.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
The safe-sex question had been bouncing around in my mind since that afternoon, when I’d received my test results. When would I be comfortable having unprotected sex with Neil, assuming everything came out hunky dory on his tests, too? And okay, maybe I should have consulted an objective party, or considered for a few days, because my thinking on the subject was going to be constantly clouded by horniness. But I’d decided that I trusted him, at least about this.
Maybe not with plane tickets.
“I’d like you to wear a condom when you’re fucking me. But I hate the taste of latex, we’ve both been recently tested, and it’s a lower-risk activity.” I made a face. “That last bit sounded like a pamphlet.”
“As long as we do use a condom during intercourse, I’m comfortable with that,” Neil said after a moment. “As for safe words, we’ve discussed red, yellow, green, but if at any time you’re unable to verbally respond, you can signal to stop by showing me your fist and opening and closing your palm. Can you show me that now?”
I did as he instructed. It seemed kind of strange to me, but the more we planned for what we were going to do, the more turned on I got. The experience was oddly reminiscent of being super hungry and trying to decide what to order at a restaurant. I shifted from one foot to the other, just to feel my panties rubbing me.