Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Which way does it swing for us?”
Tipping her head back, I captured her lips, kissing her hungrily. I fisted her strands, opening her mouth as wide as it’d go as I plundered her warm, sweet mouth to my heart’s content. “Asks the woman currently cuffed to my bed and vulnerable to my mercy.”
Glazed eyes held my reflection. Swimming among it, mischief danced in her pools. “I’ve been exactly where I want to be, Jacques. So who’s vulnerable to whose mercy?”
“Hmm.” Just like that, I released her and sat up. “It appears we have an important question to answer. The only way to handle it is to collect the data, and come to the conclusion it grants us.”
“How do we do— Oh,” she cried—soft, tight body shuddering as two fingers dipped inside her pussy.
“The data is how many times I fuck, tease, and punish you to the brink of orgasm and refuse to deliver until you say I own you in every way and make me believe it. That should give us definitive evidence.” Her juices coated me, calling me to weep more precum while I slipped in and out, scissoring my fingers to the most delicious moans.
“That’s cheating. The only way the results would hold up is if the experiment is replicated. After this, maybe I’ll handcuff you.”
My laugh was deep and free. “I almost want to see you try. But what I want even more... is to hear you say it.” I crooked my finger, stealing a gasp. “Who do you belong to?”
“Like... I’m going to give it up that easily.” Shuddering, she melted into the sheets.
Much like the spankings, she enjoyed it too much to call it a punishment, but it changed nothing for me. Ivy was at peak perfection when she was on her knees, captive to my mercy and yet begging for more. That at some point she wound me around her finger wasn’t news. I was a logical man.
I didn’t feel anything in particular for Quinn, or our previous girlfriends. I agreed to sharing them because once again, the logical thing proved to let them come to me. It was different with Ivy from nearly the beginning. She talked back to me in front of an entire class, daring to tell me that I was wrong. If that wasn’t a fatal enough mistake, she dumped water on me and landed me in an interrogation room.
She had a spirit that was hard to break, but secretly thrilled me to try. She challenged me. Questioned me. Made me see things her way. It was only right that she come to see things my way too.
“Who do you belong to?” I smacked her ass—the first time I traded belt for hand. The feel of her warm and quivering beneath my palm nearly made me come on the spot.
“Ah,” she moaned, rocking back on my fingers. “Technically, I belong to five men, so—”
Smack!
Ivy squealed, tightening around my fingers. I withdrew so abruptly, she gasped.
“Jacques!”
“I already know my name.” I bore over her, my cock skimming her ass and leaving a weeping trail. Cum marks the spot. “There was something else you had to tell me.”
Swirling clouds of defiance and desire darkened her eyes. She was not going to make this easy for me, and damn, it wouldn’t be so hard to let her go if she would.
“Say it.”
Ivy nipped my bottom lip, nuzzling my cheek. “You first.”
I plunged inside her pussy, tasting her cry on my tongue. Other men would’ve given her time to prepare, adjust, catch her breath.
That’s why Ivy wasn’t with any of them. She was with us.
I rammed her against the headboard, taking savage pleasure in her screams. Bang, bang, bang. Ivy’s cuffs clanged against the headboard. Maybe I wasn’t a genius. Why of the two of us was she the one to think up handcuffs?
Her smooth ass cradled my hips on every thrust. The arch and curve of her spine mesmerized me with each rock. It was akin to physical pain when her pants grew hoarse—giving the signal. I drew out and groaned, grip strangling the headboard.
“Jacques, no,” she cried. “Please.”
“Say it.”
“You can’t keep this up any longer than I can!”
I grinned. “We’ll find out.”
My hands traveled down her back and around her waist, indulging the slippery perfection of her damp body. Gliding over her stomach, I cupped her breasts—tweaking her nipples to moans and pants that changed and increased in pitch with the barest change in pressure. Who knew ten years of piano lessons would pay off in this way?
“Ah, yes, Jacques. That feels so good.”
I slid inside her, no less gentle than I ever was. Ivy’s cries ratcheted to insane levels. If the other side of the wall was another room in a cheap motel, the occupants would assume I was paying a woman I met off the street to fluff my ego as well as my dick, but there was nothing fake about her sinful juices coating my cock. The sweat slicking her skin. Her curled toes smacking the bed. Her nipples rock hard and wanton beneath my touch.