Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Besides, it’ll be way easier to have a conversation when my ass isn’t filled with this plug.
Of course I was going to choose to satisfy my curiosity about this surprise he has in store for me. For a wicked demon, he’s awfully generous. Will his surprise be sweet? Cruel? A delicious combination of both?
My temperature is rising to match his. I’m not in heat but I’m insanely hot for him again… still… whatever.
Once we’re in my bedroom, he says “Strip,” in a tone that turns my knees to water.
My dress slips easily over my head. Krav designed it that way.
His tail lashes the air behind him, but the rest of him remains still. Cold. Imperious. And damn if that doesn’t turn me on. “Kneel down and close your eyes.”
The floor is hard even through the rug. I shift from knee to knee, hoping it won’t be long before we move to the soft mattress. The plug feels bigger in this position.
“Who owns you?” His words are accompanied by a growl which makes my entire pussy clench—just once, but violently.
“You do, Master.”
“Which is why I want you to wear this. Open your eyes.”
I blink, bringing the glittering object in his outstretched palm into focus. It’s a collar. Fashioned in gleaming rose gold, it’s made of three twirled cords, delicately interwoven. A tiny, flame-colored gemstone sparkles in the center. I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “It’s stunning,” I croak.
“You like it?” The hope in his voice is endearing.
“I do. It’s beautiful.”
“And yet not as beautiful as you.”
The warmth in his voice stirs my belly. When he talks like this, I melt into a puddle of goo.
“Lift your hair, pet.”
I lower my head and gather the hair off the nape of my neck as he moves behind me. The metal is smooth and comforting against my skin. “Thank you,” I whisper once he’s fastened it into place.
“I want to give you all the pretty things,” he murmurs, leaning down and helping me to my feet. His hand trails down over my belly, lower… lower… but just before he gets to my thrumming clit, he reaches to cup my cheek instead. “Now get on the bed. On your back.”
I love it when he gives me direct orders. Of course, I also love it when he’s too impatient and positions me himself. I do as he says, heat pulsing through my core. In my aroused state, even the plug in my ass feels good. Seems I’m discovering an anal kink as well as a submissive side.
“Spread your legs wide, and close your eyes. Arms above your head.”
Within moments, he’s tied me down, my wrists and ankles secured to the four posts. My heart is racing with anticipation, and that familiar prickle of fear I always get when Krav seduces me.
My clit feels huge, throbbing painfully.
Krav joins me on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. I hold my breath.
“Look at you, stretched out and naked, tied down and helpless,” he murmurs. His fingertip trails up my leg and I shiver. “My beautiful pet. I can do anything I like to you, isn’t that right?”
His caress whispers over my belly and up toward my breast. “Yes,” I breathe.
There’s a savage pain in my nipple. He’s twisting it. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Master.”
Immediately, the ache fades as he lets go. “Good girl.” He lets his huge hands wander, skating over every inch of my skin, touching me everywhere except where I want it the most. Something prods the plug in my ass—the tip of his tail. Each tap makes my pussy gush as if there’s a direct line from my stretched back-hole to my pleasure centers. I grit my teeth to fight my growing arousal.
“You’re trembling,” he says, “are you cold?”
“No,” I huff. “You know that’s not why I’m shaking.”
His dark chuckle rumbles through me. “Do you think now is a good time to sass me, pet? When you’re so completely at my mercy, unable to defend yourself?”
Goddamnit, why do his threats always have this effect on me? “You’re so much bigger than I am, I don’t think I could defend myself against you anyhow,” I retort. “Besides, I can’t help being sassy. Especially when you tease me like this.”
“You think this is teasing?” Another dark chuckle. “Oh, sweet thing, this is nothing.”
I’m trying to find a snarky reply when his tongue finds my clit, and I arch my hips at the sudden jolt of pleasure. “Oh!”
I’m so, so close but instead of letting me come, he licks every square inch of available flesh between my legs until I’m dripping wet, and begging.
“Please, Master, please, please…”
“Not yet. Not for a long time yet. After all, you’re not in estrus. I need to make sure you’re completely ready before I rut you.”
“I am ready! I swear!” We both know he can use his magic to ease his path if necessary. He’s just making excuses to drive me out of my mind. And I hate and adore it in equal measure.