Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I dutifully placed my hands over my head, knowing exactly how this would go. Hale generally accepted my neurotic behavior, but every once in a while, he needed to reel me in, and the fastest way to do that was to take complete control.
The silk tie cinched around my wrists, and a giddy wave of excitement surged through my belly. My NASA-grade period math would have to wait.
Once he had the tie knotted to the headboard and my hands where he wanted them, he dragged his hand down my spine. “Ass up.” He hitched my body into position and pushed my head down on the pillow.
Resting on my cheek, I noticed the lube was gone. Click. And there went the cap. “Um…I’m pretty wet.”
“Not where I’m going.”
My heart raced. I hadn’t prepared for that. A girl needed a bit of notice when company wanted a tour of the basement. Plus, we definitely weren’t making a baby that way. Oh fuck! Oil drizzled down my ass crack.
“That’s cold!” My cow pose reflexively shot into a cat pose.
“You’ll be hot in no time. Sex is meant to be fun, Rayne. It’s a stress reliever, not a stress inducer.” He gripped my hips and the oil warmed as he massaged it between my cheeks.
“You, uh, seem to be rubbing the wrong hole, dear.”
“No, this is the right hole.”
“Really? Because in health class, they taught us otherwise.”
“This isn’t health class.” His finger teased the tight ring of muscle and my eyes widened.
“Zoinks!” I lunged forward like a German shorthair pointer. His finger was in the trust hole.
“Now, let’s set some new ground rules, shall we?” His knuckles pressed firmly into my ass cheek as he held his finger deep inside of me. “We’re going back to the way things used to be.”
“Hale…”
“What?”
I was very aware of his every move, and his stillness was absolute torture. “Please… I’ll behave.”
His finger twisted, pumping slowly in and out so that I could relax a smidge. I sighed and my posture softened, my tethered upper body sinking more into the pillows. I remembered how good this could be and how much I loved his absolute domination. My orgasm started creeping closer until the pressure increased and it skittered away.
I moaned, because two fingers was a lot for my little asshole.
More oil drizzled down my crack as he slowly scissored his fingers inside of me. I couldn’t concentrate, which was probably his goal.
"Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
The back of my knees started to sweat. “Mmm-hm.” I closed my eyes. It was the only way I could tolerate the pressure. The more he stretched me, the more that hint of pain transcended into pleasure.
“Who’s in charge?”
“You.”
“That’s right. And you like when I’m in charge, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Such a good wife. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now with your hands tied and my fingers stuffed in your ass. Imagine how good it’s going to feel when my cock’s buried deep inside of you.”
I trembled at the thought. Hale’s cock was beyond average.
“Here’s how it’s going to work, darling wife of mine.” He leaned over me so I could feel the weight of his engorged erection resting on my back as he whispered in my ear. “We’re throwing away the basal thermometers. We’re done calculating ovulation days. There will be no more weird teas, no fertility diets, and no more self-diagnosing or trolling medical websites.” His fingers pulled out. “You’re ready for me.”
“But—”
His hand pressed between my shoulders, lowering my chest to the bed. “This part always makes you a little nervous, baby, but then you love it.” The blunt head of his cock pressed to my slick opening. “Do you remember what to do?”
I sucked in a breath, shut my eyes, and nodded. As soon as he pressed forward, I leaned into the pressure and he breached my opening. No matter how many times we did this, it always took a moment to adjust.
“Beautiful.” He caressed my back and his praise penetrated my soul, fulfilling me in a way only Hale could. “How does that feel?”
Hale wasn’t necessarily a large man, but his cock was mammoth. Not just long, but thick. The first time we slept together, I feared he might shatter my hoo-ha. And yes, I was working with the sexual maturity level of someone who found words like hoo-ha, bajingo, and tinkle flower completely acceptable -- both then and now.
“Feels like I have a massive cock up my ass, Hale.” I also wasn’t one to beat around the bush. And if I didn’t have a dick up my ass, I’d probably make a joke about Hale beating around my bush, but I was a bit preoccupied at the moment.
His nails scraped over my ass cheek where he’d landed that spank earlier, and I shivered. “Sex between us will never be a means to an end, Rayne.” His hips flexed, and he thrust forward until it felt as if he were pushing into my lungs. “When I’m with you, I exist only for you.” He dragged back slowly and intentionally punctuated his words with deliberate thrusts. “Mind. Body. Soul. You get all of me, Rayne. Don’t I deserve the same?”