Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He tugs at my necklace again. Hard enough the silver chain digs into my skin.
When I slink forward, he pulls the chain until it breaks.
The metal clatters on the floor. It should bother me that he just broke a necklace with a four-figure price tag, but it doesn't. It's not even that it's his money. That he probably bought it specifically for this purpose.
I wouldn't care if it was my money. If it was some priceless family heirloom I'd sworn to protect.
I only care about his firm touch. That sharp edge to his voice. The feel of his breath on my neck.
He wraps his fingers around my throat. Not hard enough to cut off my airways. Just hard enough to know he can hurt me.
There are so many ways Shep can hurt me. He can snap his fingers and destroy my entire life. That scares me.
This—
This makes my entire body buzz.
I love that he can hurt me. It turns me on so much more than it should. There's some part of me that cares, but it's too far away, too fuzzy.
I want his threat. I want his power. I want his command.
I arch my back, stretching my body over his, pushing my ass against his cock.
"Are you trying to tease me, princess?" His voice is rough. Angry even. But, under that, he's daring me.
"If I am?"
In response, he reaches for my zipper. It's not the slow, gentle gesture of earlier.
He tugs it down my back. Yanks my dress over my torso.
My breasts spill from the fabric.
He keeps one hand around my neck. Brings the other to my chest. Runs his thumb over my nipple.
God, it's been so long since he's touched me. This is the first time he's really touched me. It makes my entire body buzz. It wakes up something deep inside me, some part of me that's been dormant for far too long.
"Fuck," I breathe.
He runs his thumb over my neck with one hand. Rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger with the other. "You like when I play with you, princess?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is that why you wore this dress?"
I suck a breath through my nose.
His touch gets firmer. Hard enough it hurts in the best possible way. "Did you wear it to tease me? To make me think about your perfect tits."
"No… Maybe." My chest heaves with my inhale.
He presses his palm into my neck, pulling me closer. It's hard. Rough.
For a split second, I struggle with my inhale. It should scare me. It does. But in a way that makes me ache for more.
Every molecule inside me screams for him.
He switches to his middle finger. Draws slow circles around my nipple. Then faster. Harder. "You know what happens if you dare me, princess?"
"No." I almost add sir, but I don't. I want to tease him. I want to dare him. I want to make him rough.
"No?"
"No." I say it again, more firmly, so my intent is clear.
He pinches my nipple so hard I see white.
In one swift motion, he bends me over, pinning me to the dinner table.
My forehead bumps the wood. Ow.
I turn my head until my cheek is against the cherry surface. It's strange and uncomfortable and sexy as all hell.
Shep doesn't wait for a response. He pulls my dress over my hips and ass. All the way to my thighs.
The fabric is soft, but it's tight enough it binds me. I can barely move my legs.
I'm at his mercy.
"Shep—" I reach back for him. For something I can hold on to. I'm not sure what I'm asking. Only that I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.
"You know what happens when you dare me, princess?" His voice stays rough and demanding.
I turn my head enough to look up at him. He's standing over me, fully dressed, every hair in place. But those blue eyes are on fire.
It's all there, in his eyes. Somehow, he's out of control and in control at once. This is what he needs.
And, somehow, it's what I need too.
I should probably call a therapist. Ask her what the fuck is wrong with me. But I don't care about anything but this game.
"Should I take your silence as a no?" His voice gets rougher. Firmer. More in control. He's slipping into his role. Into this game we're playing.
I don't quite understand the rules, but I know I like it. I really fucking like it.
"Do you?" He places his palm between my shoulder blades. Not hard or soft. Just enough I feel the pressure. Just enough I know he could stroke me gently or push me into the table.
"No." Again, I drop the sir. "What happens?"
Without warning, his hand comes down on my ass. His palm against my flesh. Hard enough it stings.
My sex clenches. My nipples perk. My nails dig into the table. I'm going to leave a mark. I'm going to want this every time I see it.