Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 89228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Her fingers tingled to run down his chest and around his back to feel his taut muscles and absorb the smooth texture of his skin. More than that, she wanted to bask in the heat of his belt on her ass.
Dangling the strap at his side, he unzipped his pants and slid his hand inside. “Do you know how fucking hard you make me?” He removed his hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Spread your knees. Arms up and elbows out. Like you're hugging a six-foot cock.”
Her mouth watered, and her pussy throbbed with liquid heat. When she assumed the pose, he stepped into the ring made by her bound arms and yanked her by her hair until her cheek pressed against his hip. The strength of his thigh supported her as he pivoted to face her, his cock hard and pulsing and tenting his slacks an inch from her face.
She slid her cheek against it, reveling in the curved shape and the way it jumped against her touch. Her arms tightened around his thigh, and she ground her clit against his shin, humping his leg and throbbing with need. “Van—”
“Who am I?”
She smiled. “The ruler over lights and porches and window shades and spectacular messes and—” The yank on her hair made her smile harder, and she answered honestly and respectfully. “Master.”
He caressed the edge of the belt over her cheek. “Describe your pussy. I want details.”
“It's wet, leaking onto my legs. And it hurts. It's clenching like crazy.” Her admission intensified the throb. “Van, I need you.”
“What does it look like?”
She choked. Dammit, why did he have to go there?
The belt whistled through the air and landed across her ass with a searing sting.
She grunted against his hip. “It's swollen.”
“More.” He swung again, hitting her other ass cheek.
Her thoughts blurred with shameful images, but she would tell him, and maybe he'd spank her harder. It didn’t matter why he belted her as long as he continued to do so. The pain was a need, a distraction, and a connection. “It's stretched, loose, chewed up, and used.”
He laid into her, beating her ass just as he'd promised. She didn't count the swings. She never did, too consumed by the fiery sensations blazing through her body, the press of his cock in her face, the exertion of his breath, and the bolster of his leg as she hugged it tighter with every stroke. The pain was binding, an extension of him, an outpouring of his very essence, his darkness and devotion, his damage and strength.
He could whip her against a tree, fuck her beneath the moon, or tie her down on the porch and mar her flesh with the cuts of his teeth. It didn't matter, because wherever he took her, no matter how brutal or dark the destination, there would always be warmth. Because he would be with her.
The belt clattered to the floor. He slipped his leg from her embrace and tackled the knots, unwinding the rope from her arms. The room spun around her, but her world was aligned. Because he was right there, his arms beneath her legs and back, his chest against hers. He lifted her and laid her on the bed.
She melted into the mattress, ass tingling, her pussy spread and soaking and aching to be filled. He stripped his pants, his erection long and thick, as he climbed over the edge of the mattress.
He wedged his shoulders into the gap of her thighs and breathed against her pussy, “I don't see anything here that's stretched, loose, or chewed up. But the last part, well...” He pressed a finger in her opening and stirred it around the edges, shooting pulses of heat through her inner muscles. “It's definitely used. I've made sure of that.”
He dragged a slow, torturous lick through her folds, and her hands flew to his hair, her pelvis bucking to meet his mouth.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven. I could eat you all night...after you tell me more about this hang-up. That brain-damaged prick you were married to didn't come up with his insult by looking at you. I'm beginning to think he never looked at you at all.”
The truth of his words tensed her legs around his shoulders.
He kissed her cunt with an open mouth and a swirling tongue, devouring every inch of her slick flesh. Hot, wet, “No, he picked up on your insecurity and exploited it to get his rocks off.” He lapped at her clit. “Tell me the source of your insecurity, and I'll let you come.”
His sucking resumed, his lips sliding over her, his tongue thrusting and circling. His skillful mouth smothered her with overwhelming pleasure, and just as the orgasm rose up, he pulled back. Fuck! Then he went at her again, eating and biting and pushing her toward the edge.