Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
My hands instinctively go to remove it, but he pins them down to my sides. “This is called nipple banding,” he says softly, his lips nearly touching mine.
“Tyson, please.”
“You’ll wear these tonight under your dress.”
I want to cry, but that’ll fuck up the little makeup I have on. I lick my lips. “Yes, sir.”
My words grant me another deep kiss, and I moan into his mouth before biting on his lip. He pulls away, leaving me breathless once again, and he repeats the action with my other breast, and my thighs clench at the sensation.
I stare up at him with heavy eyes, and parted lips.
“Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” he orders, and I swallow. “You may wear underwear, but that’s it. No bra.” Without waiting for a response, he lets go of me and exits the bathroom, his empty drink in hand.
I allow myself a few minutes to catch my breath, wondering how in the fuck I’ll make it through this party and what I can do to get fucked sooner than he plans.
TYSON
I’m standing down in the grand foyer responding to the text Ryat sent me when I hear her. My eyes lift to the top of the stairs, and I see my wife in a red dress. Her hair down and curled, my collar around her neck and ring on her finger. It’s what I don’t see that has me hard as a rock. The bands around her nipples.
The dress she picked out doesn’t make them noticeable, but I know they’re there. And by the way her eyes are heavy, the soft material of the dress reminds her they’re there too.
She stops in front of me, and she’s still panting. Good. I want every motherfucker there tonight to see how crazed she is for me. For my cock. For my attention. For my approval. My plan was to get her so worked up that she couldn’t stand it. She was so close to coming a couple of times that I know she’d do anything right now to get off.
After what I found out earlier in my office, I want to pin her down and fuck her until she’s nothing but a blubbering mess. But it’ll have to wait. I had a plan for tonight, and I’m not going to deviate from it with this newfound information.
I take her left hand and raise it to my lips, kissing her wedding ring. She blushes, dropping her eyes to the floor, and I love the way her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing. “You look breathtaking, Mrs. Crawford.” It’s not a lie. My wife is gorgeous, and everyone will have their eyes on her tonight.
Her eyes lift to meet mine, and I drop her hand to cup her face, needing to touch her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Ignoring the urge to rip off her dress and say fuck the party, I grab her hand and pull her out of the house. We get into the limo, and I sit down next to her. I turn to face her. “You—”
Her lips are on mine, cutting me off. I don’t push her away. Instead, my hands find her hair, and I deepen the kiss. I jump when I feel hers on my slacks, rubbing my cock.
Pulling away, I breathe, “Fuck, Lake.”
“Yes. Please,” she begs, her voice as desperate as her body is.
My hands lower to cup her face, my thumb running over her wet lips. She pulls it in, sucking on it, and I groan. “Is that what you want, darling? For me to fuck that mouth of yours?”
She moans.
I pull it out and replace it with two others, loving how wet it feels. I can’t wait to have her drooling around my dick.
“Want me to shove you to your knees, grip your hair, and make you gag?”
She nods the best she can, her eyes blinking.
Pulling them from her mouth, I slide my hand into her dress, my fingers finding her swollen nipple, and I pinch it, making her cry out.
“That’s it, little darling. That’s the sound you’ll be making for me later when you’re tied to our bed.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
LAIKYN
We pull up into a circle drive to what was once a hotel. I know the house of Lords was given to them years ago. It’s exactly what you would expect men to live in who think they rule the world.
Large and over the top.
Tyson takes my hand and leads me up a set of stairs and into the house. I’m trying to ignore my throbbing nipples and tingling clit. I can feel the bands as the soft fabric from my dress brushes against them, and it’s got me breathing erratically. I catch sight of a woman walking around with a tray full of champagne flutes.
I tuck myself into his side, my free hand coming up to wrap around his upper arm. I know this is what he wants—to show me off. It’s all about appearances. And I have no problem playing into his game tonight. Especially when I know it will lead to me coming all over his dick. “May I have a drink?” I ask.