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)
Oh. Ohhh.
It felt so incredibly good. She felt herself stiffen, then she screamed as her orgasm washed through her. Shaking, panting, she was aware that he’d stood and was watching her closely.
His lips were glistening with her release, and she let instinct guide her as she reached for him, drawing him close and licking her way across his lips.
God.
So good.
“Shit, baby,” he muttered, his eyes looking slightly dazed as she drew back and licked her own lips. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t stop breathing again . . . I didn’t expect you to . . . shit.”
He took her mouth with his and she whimpered. So good. His hand went up under her shirt to cup her breast, tweaking the nipple.
“Ohhh.” It was insane. But her need was growing again.
“I want you, darling girl.”
“Yes. Yes,” she begged.
“Are you sure? I’m not pushing too fast?”
“Are you kidding?” she asked. “I feel like I’m about to explode. Please. Please, I need you so badly.”
It seemed to spur him into action. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her in the middle before crawling over her. On his hands and knees, he leaned in to kiss her.
“You taste so good.”
She reached up to pull at his T-shirt, wanting it off. He whipped it off and her breath caught, taking in all that tanned, smooth skin. There was a tattoo going down one arm. An abstract piece of art that had her running her fingers over it.
“Got it a long time ago in the Marines,” he told her.
“So hot.” She took her fill of him. He had a light smattering of hair across his chest and down his firm stomach. She liked that. He was muscular but not overly so. Well-defined, his biceps were thick, shoulders strong.
“You’d make a good donkey,” she told him, reaching out to squeeze his biceps.
He let out a bark of laughter. “Why, thank you, darling girl. It’s nice to know all my time in the gym is paying off so I could be a good donkey for you.”
She grinned, her cheeks growing heated. “I knew you were strong. You have to be to carry me around so easily.”
Uh-oh.
She was quickly rolled onto her stomach and her skirt flicked up over her ass. “Someone needs a spanking or some lines. Hmm, now, which to choose?”
“Spanking,” she said hastily.
“Hated writing lines, did you?” he mused.
“You have no idea,” she muttered.
“You’re getting five,” he told her. “I’m not going to make you count. And I’ll go pretty easy on you since it’s your first real spanking. But next time, you can expect something far harder. Understand?”
“Yes, Dominic.”
Daddy.
She really wanted to call him that. But she wasn’t quite there yet.
“What do you say if you want me to stop?” he asked.
“Red.”
“You’ll use it if you need to. And hear me, Gwen. I am not going to be upset with you if you need to use it. Understood? I will only be upset if I’m hurting you and you don’t use it. Got me?”
“I understand. Although isn’t a spanking supposed to hurt?”
“Yes, but it shouldn’t push you beyond what you can take.”
How would she know what she could take when she’d never done this before?
But then all thought fled as he landed two spanks on her ass.
Ouch. Shit.
She was lying on her front with him now straddling her legs. She felt pinned down, but it didn’t fill her with fear.
Nope. She liked it.
Two more smacks.
Ouch. Shit. She sucked in a breath.
“Last one, Shortcake. I want you to remember this next time you go to say bad things about yourself.”
His hand landed on her ass.
Crap.
That was the worst of them all. It stole her breath, making her arch back. Then he slid back, kissing down her spine. She was still clothed and she’d never wished more that she was naked. That she could feel his lips against her skin.
“Okay, darling girl?”
“Uh-huh.” She felt both relaxed and on fire.
“Did you even think before you just replied?”
Nope. She had not.
Then his mouth met her hot ass and she moaned.
Holy. Heck.
How did that feel so good? She should stop him because surely he didn’t want to actually kiss her ass, right? Then he drew her ass cheeks apart and she stiffened.
“Dominic,” she protested.
“That’s a no? It’s a limit?”
“I, um, no. It’s not a limit, I don’t think. I’ve just never . . . uh, I’ve never had someone do that. I’ve never had anyone touch me there.”
“Damn, baby. You sure know how to turn a man on.”
“I do?”
“Yes. But we’ll ease you into ass play . . . if you decide that’s what you want. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered. Although now she was kind of regretting saying anything. Because she wanted to know what it would feel like to have him touch her there.