Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Her small tits bounce in my face, shifting beneath her shirt, taunting me, but I can’t stop to suck them, because I’m already swimming in pleasure. So much for taking care of my girl this morning. I’m a selfish bastard who can’t wait to come.
I continue to bounce her, but bring my thumb between her legs, seeking her clit. She squeals when I find it and I reach around to find her anus in the back, applying pressure to the twin pleasure centers.
“Blaze!” She sounds alarmed, like she’s afraid to let go.
“Come for me, Lia.” I bite her nipple through her shirt.
She screeches and bucks, her inner thighs squeezing around my waist as her pussy grabs my dick and tightens.
“That’s it, little dragon. You come when you’re told,” I praise her and she bucks again, still coming.
I’ve had enough. I can’t stand another second’s delay. I pick her up, legs still wrapped around my waist and shove my plate to the side to lay her back on the table. I lift her ankles to my shoulders and go to town, pounding into her juicy heat like my life depends on it. I grip her thighs and thrust, push her legs backward toward her shoulders. She bends and contorts like the true athlete she is, teeth chattering from the pounding I’m giving her.
Lights flash around my periphery and I hear myself shout but then I’m lost between the ecstasy of release and the internal hum of pleasure. When my focus returns, I see Lia staring up at me, eyes wide with wonder.
“Fuck,” I curse. “Are you okay?” Christ, I probably just bruised her entire back and pelvis fucking her against a hard wooden table. “Did I hurt you?” I pull her torso up until I’m standing, holding her with her legs wrapped around my waist.
“I’m okay.” She sounds dazed, far away.
I carry her to my bedroom and lay her on the bed while I dispose of the condom. When I come back, I crawl over her and pin her down, dragging my mouth across her jaw to her neck, then between her breasts. I kiss and nuzzle until her breath returns to normal and her fingers tangle idly in my hair.
“You sure you’re okay?”
She flicks my ear. “I’m fine—stop asking.”
“Uh oh.” I flip her over and start smacking her ass. “Sass will earn you more punishment.”
She giggles. “I’m counting on it.”
I slap her a few more times, then pin her wrists in the small of her back. “Here are the rules, little girl. No touching yourself until your next spanking. No matches. If you need to burn something, you come to me and ask for a punishment. No cock-teasing me at work. And no looking at the other guys.” I smack her ass when she giggles. “I’m serious. Your second session will be next Wednesday.” I lean over and kiss her blushing ass before I release her. “Go put your pants back on.”
It’s abrupt, but keeps us in character. If I’m honest with myself, I’d admit I’m not sure what we are out of character, and it scares me too much to examine. I need her out of here before I start turning into the sap I was with Samantha.
She rolls up, eyes still wide with wonder, like they were after I fucked her over on the table. She starts to walk past me, but I grab her waist and pull her back. “What do you say?”
I’m not sure if she’ll slap my face after the way I dismissed her so abruptly, but she throws her arms around my neck and gives me a full kiss. “Thanks, Daddy,” she breezes before she waltzes out of the bedroom.
My spent cock leaps back to life.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here, but I’d better figure it out quick. Because this thing between the two of us is powerful.
Chapter 7
Lia
We’ve been out on three calls already and I’m starving. We all hit the pasta like we’re carbing up for a marathon and then head to our respective rooms to rest. My phone buzzes with a text.
My heart picks up speed when I see it’s from Blaze. I need you in my office immediately.
Oh, hell yes.
I forget my exhaustion and post-meal sluggishness and swing my legs to the floor to stand. I open my door silently, but it seems Rocket and Scott never made it into their rooms, or they came back out. They’re in the lounge, watching the Mateo Vega—aka The Matador—fight on television. He’s a local favorite because the guy literally never gets hit. Not that I watch boxing, but I’m around guys who do all the time.
Anyway, their presence makes a visit to Blaze’s office awkward.
His door is open, though, and I step inside it. His gaze shifts to behind me, and I hear footfalls but don’t turn.