Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
She sucked in a breath. Jameson was built slimmer than the other two, but every inch of his body was gorgeous. She wanted to run her tongue over his tight nipples down, his firm stomach to his cock, which was erect and at attention.
She reached out but at the last minute she stopped and glanced up at him. “Can I touch you?”
“You may. Good girl for asking.”
A shiver of pleasure ran through her at his words and she slid her fingers along his dick.
A moan escaped him. “I’m ashamed to say that I’m not going to last as long as I would like. Now I know what you taste like. What you feel like against my tongue. Lie back.”
Jameson moved between her legs, his mouth sucking on her nipples.
“Oh. Ohhh.” They were so sensitive that she almost wanted to tell him no.
But she didn’t.
He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. “I know being bound is a hard limit for you, but I want you to keep your hands here.”
He moved his mouth down over the fading bruises of her ribs. Tears filled her eyes at how gentle he was being. Finally, he reached her pussy again, but rather than sliding his tongue over her clit or slick lips, he parted them so he could peer down at her.
“I’m going to have to do a thorough inspection of this pussy when we have more time, Ms. Albany. I hear it’s been a long time since you were given a thorough examination.”
Dear Lord.
Did he know how much that was turning her on?
“A very long time, yes. I’ve been very naughty.”
He sighed as though disappointed. “That means I will have to be very firm with you. You know, it’s legal for doctors to punish their patients if they’re naughty.”
“I didn’t know, doctor. You won’t be too harsh with me, will you?”
“It will all depend on how you react to my touch.”
She’d explode. She just knew it.
“Protection?” he asked her.
“I’m covered. I’ve been tested and I have an implant.”
“Bloody. I can’t believe I’m going to take you bare.”
And then he was sliding inside her pussy. And it was more than she’d dreamed. He filled her, stretched her, and when he moved, he seemed to know the best way to drive her wild.
Slow, then fast. Shallow, then deep.
And then he found that spot inside her . . . and he drove his dick over it again and again until she exploded with a scream.
Thankfully, he followed her over the edge soon after because she was done.
Stick a fork in her, never going to be resurrected, done.
But it was totally worth it.
Nerves filled her as they approached the lift.
Last night, she’d been so out of it that she hadn’t really noticed entering the lift.
This morning was a different story. And she knew they were high up because she’d peeked out the window this morning.
She pulled at her clothes, staring down at her black pleated skirt and red and black tartan sweater. She wore her black combat boots that Ian and Jack had gotten her. This was one of only two skirts she owned. Maybe she needed some different clothes.
“I’m sorry I don’t have anything nicer to wear,” she said as they waited for the lift.
Ian and Jack had already gone downstairs to get a table for breakfast.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I just . . . I don’t dress very nicely?”
He turned and grasped her chin firmly. “I don’t care what you wear as long as you are happy. Understand?”
“Really? Because I also tried to tame my hair, but, well . . .”
His lips twitched. “I like your crazy hair. I don’t want it tamed. Then it would be you.” He moved his hand and kissed her lightly. “You’re perfect just as you are.”
She was practically glowing as the lift doors opened. Unfortunately, that glow didn’t last long. She sucked in a breath as they stepped into the lift.
“I’m sorry, but it’s too many flights of stairs to take, precious girl,” he told her. “However, I have an idea of how to distract you.”
As soon as they were in the empty lift, he half slid behind her, his hand creeping up the inside of her thigh.
“Jameson,” she gasped as he pushed her thighs apart.
He laid a sharp slap on her pussy. “What do you call me?”
“Sir,” she moaned. She didn’t think he’d want her calling him Papa in public. Even though there was no one else here.
“Just concentrate on what I’m doing to you.”
The floors dropped away, and so did her fears as he pushed his fingers under her knickers and drove them into her pussy.
He drove her insane, pushing her to the edge of orgasm and only removing his fingers at the last minute.
As they stepped out of the lift, he froze at the woman standing there. She was blonde with blue eyes. Pale skin. Dressed impeccably, but she had this cold look. As though she never smiled or felt real joy.