Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Sweet, sweet heaven.
I wait—wait until I can feel her body relax a bit—and then I slide out and back in.
I’ve already come once, so I was thinking it would be a little longer before I came again.
But already I can feel my balls scrunching up to my body, my cock ready to explode.
Still, she hasn’t come. That will be punishment enough.
In, out, in, out—until I can take it no longer.
I shove myself into her ass, releasing.
Chapter Thirty
Mary
I’m dying a slow and perfect death.
My clit is on fire—throbbing inside already.
But I cannot disobey his command not to come.
With one word, I could come.
I’ve disobeyed him already. I’ve spoken not once, not twice, but three times. And he’s punished me for it.
He may not let me come tonight.
Though I could go home after the scene and masturbate myself to climax, already I know I won’t.
I won’t because he told me not to.
And obeying him… Submitting to him… Giving no one but Ronan control of my pleasure…
It feels right.
So fucking right.
He withdraws from my ass, and I listen to his footfalls as he walks to the bathroom in the suite, turns on the faucet, and then returns. A washcloth slides between my ass cheeks.
“You’re something amazing,” he growls against my thighs as he washes me.
I want to tell him everything I’m feeling, how I’ll never come again unless he tells me to. How this is “something amazing” that I’ve never experienced. Not with any Dominant. Not even with Lucas.
But I’m putting the cart before the horse. We don’t know each other, and he’s probably not feeling anything like that.
After all, he left Scotland to come here.
He won’t be able to give me what I’m craving.
But Brenda and Darius were right about one thing, and I know it now as much as I know my own name.
The reason that scene with Jack affected me so profoundly is because I’m ready for more. I’ll always be part of this lifestyle, but I’m ready for a commitment. To commit to one Dominant.
But Ronan isn’t ready for that.
He will be playing with other submissives, and that…
Jealousy slices through my heart.
Something I haven’t felt in so long. Thought I’d never feel again. Was perfectly content never to feel again because it sucks.
It feels like your heart is literally cracking in two.
Once he’s done cleaning me, he unbinds me, and then he removes the blindfold.
“You may speak now, Blossom.”
But I say nothing.
I’m not sure what to say.
I could beg for an orgasm, but I already know he won’t give it to me. Until he tells me to come, I won’t.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’ve been punished before by a Dominant withholding orgasm, but each time that happened, I took care of myself that evening once I was home.
I won’t do that tonight.
I won’t come until Ronan commands me to.
“Do you want to come?” he asks.
I open my mouth, ready to say yes, but the words that actually emerge surprise even me.
“Not unless you want me to, sir.”
My God, has he broken me?
He brings his hand to my cheek, gently caresses it. “That’s the right answer, sweet girl.”
He picks me up into his arms then, carries me over to the bed where I was handcuffed, and spreads my legs.
He slides his tongue over my pussy, nibbles on my clit as he thrusts two fingers into me.
Then he meets my gaze from between my legs. “Come, Blossom. Come for me.”
It happens then.
Stars burst inside me, filtering out through my fingers and toes into the universe, taking me to nirvana.
It surprises even me how quickly I come at his simple words.
And I know…
I’m certain of only one thing…
This is the best orgasm I’ve ever had…even better than what I had in New Orleans.
And I won’t have another until he tells me I can.
…
When Ronan sees me home, I expect him to give me a kiss good night, but he doesn’t.
Which further cements what I fear.
Despite our whole New Orleans junket, we are not lovers, perhaps not even friends. We are a Dominant and a submissive who play together.
That’s all.
And I do something that I almost never do.
I cry.
Not full-blown, racking sobs or anything. Just gentle weeping with tears landing on my pillowcase.
I jerk upward as a thought spears into my head.
The love spell that Yvette gave me is still in my purse.
I don’t even believe in that kind of stuff.
But what are spells anyway? Are they not just a prayer in a different form? I don’t follow any one religion, but I do talk to God. I ask for forgiveness when I’ve done something bad, I give thanks for all the good things in my life, and on occasion, I ask for something.
I’ve never asked for someone to fall in love with me.
That seems to be crossing the line. Things I ask for are simpler. I ask for people who are suffering to find happiness. If I’m short on money one month, I ask for a little help. Sometimes it comes and sometimes it doesn’t, but I always get by.