Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Evelyn shivered as his warm breath tickled her ear. Her pussy clenched of its own volition, and she told herself it had everything to do with Lucian’s closeness and tone of voice and nothing to do with the mention of other women.
“Imagine,” he continued softly, his fingers tickling under the delicate wisps of hair that had slipped from her bun. “What would it feel like to have a dildo up your cunt that turned and vibrated, and pumped over your G-spot without the need for a break? I bet it would feel sensational, probably better than the water massager—which by the way, if I hear you bringing yourself to orgasm one more time while you’re taking a bath I’m going to spank that little ass of yours. Those are my orgasms to give, and you don’t take them without asking.”
Blood rushed to the surface of her cheeks. How the fuck had he known that? She always made sure she wasn’t loud. He gave the warning teasingly, but there was real disappointment behind his words. Knowing that she’d somehow disappointed Lucian did odd things to her. She hated the shame that came with the knowledge that she somehow let him down. His praise felt a hundred times better.
“I’m sorry.”
“Let’s not dwell on it. You’ve been warned. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, there was a big vibrating dildo up your pussy about to make you come. Now, Evelyn, imagine that dildo also had an attachment that stimulated your clit a mile a minute.” Her body shivered.
Lucian’s hand reached under her arm and undid the snap of her jeans. She watched as his finger slowly undid her zipper. He placed an arm over her shoulders and drew her back until she was reclining on him. Lucian took her hand and guided it under the denim V of her open pants and placed it over her warm panties. She was drenched.
“Be very gentle,” he whispered. “Let’s not forget about all of Patrice’s warnings.”
Evelyn could scent her own arousal. Her fingers massaged over the wet patch at the front of her panties. The smooth surface beneath the silk was hot and sensitive from being waxed only hours ago.
Lucian’s fingers opened the buttons of her coat and the buttons of her blouse. His fingers slipped between the panels of fabric and found her nipple. He plucked leisurely.
“Now let’s say your hands are restrained and you’re at my mercy while I’m fucking your wet little cunt with that big nasty toy. Oh, I bet you’re begging for release, practically crying for it. In fact, perhaps you’re making such a ruckus that I climb on top of you and force my cock in your mouth.”
She moaned at the thought.
“Keep rubbing, Evelyn, but don’t come.”
Her finger slowed, but continued to play over the saturated silk. Her body throbbed. She was so close, so close that she feared accidentally pushing herself too far and not being able to draw herself back in time to stop the wave of release once it crested.
Lucian nudged her wrist. “I said keep rubbing.”
Her breathing quickened and she shook with the tension of holding back her orgasm.
Lucian’s deep, gravelly voice only made things worse. “So you have my cock deep in your mouth and you’re loving it. Meanwhile, I turn the vibrator between your thighs and the part that was just vibrating your clit is now tapping on your tight little asshole. I imagine you scream out the exquisite pleasure and my cock moves a bit deeper.”
Her heart was going to beat out of her chest.
“Then,” he said silkily, “Perhaps I turn you, so while you’re swallowing my cock my mouth’s sucking on your clit and you’re suddenly coming hard.”
Her gasp turned to a guttural moan as her hand was suddenly ripped from her pants. She needed to come. “Damn it, Lucian!”
He clucked his tongue. “I’m afraid not, Evelyn. Not when you already stole one orgasm from me this morning. No, I think you’ll have to wait until your twelve hours are up. Patrice’s orders.”
She hated him. Her teeth gritted and she stifled all the nasty names she wanted to call him. And then it occurred to her that she was her own person and if she wanted to come, all she had to do was reach between her legs and make herself come. Lucian be damned!
Her teeth slowly unclenched. It wouldn’t be as good. In fact, it would be the opposite of good. Lucian’s disappointment would weigh on her until she felt as though she were drowning. Imagining him frowning at her and the shame she’d feel at not doing what he asked made her want to turn and apologize. And she hadn’t even done anything! She was seriously fucked up.
For several minutes her brow lowered in confusion as Evelyn thought of this obsession she had with pleasing Lucian. She didn’t do it out of fear. On the contrary, she did it because his praise made it that much better. He never yelled at her or punished her. Even though he was always in control, she never felt forced into anything. She had practically forgotten her safe word. She would have, if Lucian didn’t remind her of it on a regular basis.