Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I’m not as drunk and as ballsy as I was last night at the party. I’m sober and terrified now.
He arches a dark brow at my hesitation.
Afraid he’ll leave, I take a shaky breath and grab the hem of my T-shirt. I pull it over my head, toss it to the bed, then undo my bra. I let it fall and instinctively shield my chest with my hands.
“Modesty is something you’ll learn to get over, sweetheart.”
My wide eyes go to his, and he stares at me expectantly. He waits for me to follow through on my end.
Slowly, I drop my hands from my chest and undo my shorts, kick off my shoes, and lower them along with my thong. I stand naked in front of him, and my heart hammers in my heaving chest.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back,” he orders.
I gladly turn my back to him and take a deep breath, doing as I’m told. He jerks on the leather around my wrists, bringing them behind my back, and places his hands on my shoulders, turning me to face him. “Better.” He smiles, his eyes dropping to my bare chest.
Pulling on my arms, I realize the silver thing he held in his hand is now gone. It must connect the cuffs to one another with the silver rings attached to the leather. I get confirmation when I try to pull my arms apart from behind my back. They’re tied together, and the inside of the leather rubs harshly against my wrists.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning, but my pussy throbs, loving the lack of movement. I’ve never wanted to touch him more than I do right now, knowing that I can’t.
He walks over to the couch where he was when I entered and sits down on it. “Come here,” he commands, and wetness pools between my shaky legs.
I slowly walk around my bed and over to him to stand in front of the couch. This is what I’ve dreamed of—Saint and I together. Me naked and begging him to fuck me. But my heart is racing. I never expected it to play out this way. And he’s fully dressed.
“Spin around for me, sweetheart. Show me what I’ve waited to see.”
Dropping my head, I do a slow spin, trying to calm my breathing and ignore my racing heart. When I get to face him, he pats his jean-clad thigh. “Have a seat.”
It’s hard, but I manage to straddle his right thigh. His hands go to my waist, and the touch burns my skin. “Push your ass back, hips forward. Open your legs,” he commands as he spreads his wide, giving me room to do as he says.
“I—”
He slaps my outer thigh, and I yelp in surprise as the lingering sting makes my pussy clench.
“It wasn’t a question or a suggestion. Do as you’re told, or I’ll gag you.”
I moan, not even realizing it before it’s too late, and he smiles at the sound. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, but I manage to position my hips, pushing them forward while I arch my back and push my ass back. My head drops forward when I realize why he wanted me in this position. The roughness of his jeans rubs against my swollen clit.
“That’s it, Ash.” His fingers dig into my thighs, pinching the skin.
I lift my head and move my hips back and forth. “Oh God…” I swallow and gasp in a breath as my hips pick up speed, rocking back and forth on his thigh.
“Look at how fucking needy you are, sweetheart.” He lets go of my thigh and slaps it again.
I’m gasping. All hesitation I had a second ago is now gone.
Both of his hands leave my thighs, and he grabs my hard nipples and pulls them forward.
I cry out, hips now bucking in response to the pain.
“You like that?” He pulls harder, and my shoulders shake at the sting. “Fuck, you’re a needy whore. Aren’t you?”
“Y-es,” I say, nodding. The friction of his jeans rubs in just the right spot. “God—”
He slaps the side of my breast, cutting me off. “There is no God here, sweetheart. Make no mistake, you will kneel for me, but the things I have planned for you are anything but holy.”
I moan, knowing that I’ll devote my life to him. I’ll be his most trusted servant.
“You’re going to beg me for it, aren’t you? Like a good girl needing to be treated like the slut she is.”
I already knew that, but I love how he makes it sound like a promise I’ll make him keep. “Yes…please…”
“Please what?” His hand goes back to my nipples, and he pinches them harder than before. I find myself pulling away, liking the way it stings.
“Please, may I come?” I ask, knowing I’m so close. I’ve never come without a toy before. I didn’t even know it was possible to get off without touching yourself in some way.