Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“I need to come.”
“That’s my good girl. Look how brave you are.”
It was ridiculous, but a flush of happiness filled her. She wasn’t brave. Sheesh, all she’d done was ask him to make her come.
But those words still had her insides dancing.
His hand skated under her T-shirt.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you to stay just where you are.”
He rubbed his hand back and forth along her tummy as she tried to suck it in.
“Just relax, baby,” he told her. “I’m not going to stop touching you, and you have no reason to be ashamed of any part of your body.”
It was a nice thing to say . . . but it wasn’t like she was magically going to change the way she saw herself. Still, she tried to relax a little. She needed to get Chad’s voice out of her head, all those disparaging remarks he’d made.
“I think I’ll just have to make sure I touch you here often, then you’ll get so used to my touch it will become normal. You’ll crave it.”
Yeah, she was definitely going to be craving his touch for a long, long time.
He moved his hand up to cup her breast and she let out a small moan.
Oh. It felt so good.
She turned her face against the pillow, wanting to muffle the noises that kept coming from her mouth.
“My darling girl.” He kissed along her neck. “I love the noises you make. Do not muffle them, understand me?”
“I might be too noisy,” she told him. “It’s . . . it’s been a long time.”
“Since you were with a man?” he asked.
“Yeah. That. And since I came.”
He paused, but then took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging sharply and making her keen. Damn. Was it possible for her to come from that alone?
Surely not.
“How long?” he asked.
“I’m . . . I’m not even sure. Months. Maybe . . . maybe more than a year.”
“Dear God, baby girl. You are shit at self-care, aren’t you?”
“Are orgasms considered part of self-care?”
“They sure as hell are.” He rolled her onto her back, looming over her. Then he dropped kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. Everywhere but where she most wanted him to kiss her. “We need to get you to take care of yourself better. You only get one life, darling girl. Don’t waste it.”
The words struck her hard. She knew loss. She had spent so long striving to do amazing things just so . . . so they’d notice her.
And it hadn’t mattered.
And what did she have to show for it? A failed career? No love life?
She was just so drained.
“Hey, darling girl. Where did you go?” He cupped the side of her face.
“Sorry.” Lord, how embarrassing. She was lying in bed with the most gorgeous man she’d ever met, and she’d completely spaced out. “I was having a pity party. Or maybe a revelation. It’s a bit hard to tell the difference now. Sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh. It’s all right. I’m not mad. You’re allowed to have revelations. And pity parties. You want to tell me?”
“Not . . . I’m not ready to go there.”
She expected him to push her, but he nodded solemnly. “I understand. When you’re ready I’ll be here.”
Leaning in, he took her mouth with his.
And oh Lord. His kiss wiped away all her thoughts. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his tongue slid into her mouth. She’d never been that fond of kissing before. It had always seemed messy and a bit gross. But every flick of his tongue felt like it had a direct line to her clit, and she had to press her thighs together, rubbing them to try and get some relief.
His hand crept under her top again to cup her breast and she moaned.
He drew back away from her, staring down into her face with those too-knowing eyes.
“Better?”
“You can feel free to distract me anytime.”
He huffed out a laugh and inched her top up. She stiffened. “Can we turn the light out?”
There was that look in his eyes again. The one that said he saw too much. Right into the heart of her.
“I’ll allow it this once.”
So big of him. She rolled her eyes. And just like that, she was pushed over onto her front so that two hard slaps landed on her ass.
“Hey! I thought we weren’t doing that until I gave my okay?”
“That wasn’t your Dom or Daddy slapping your ass. That was a man teaching his woman that there’s only that much sass he’ll allow.”
There was a twinkle in his eyes that told her he wasn’t too serious. Then he reached over and switched off the lamp. The drapes were good quality and blocked most of the light.
He raised her top over her breasts. Then he licked across one nipple and . . . oh Lord . . .