Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“It would have been a sympathy date. I didn’t want your sympathy.”
“It wouldn’t have been sympathy. It would have been a good memory,” he corrected. “Now hush unless you’re going to force me to stop.”
“What are you going to…” Her question was cut off by him gripping the top of her corset and pushing the sides together so he could get the hooks out of their resting places.
It was a move he’d perfected at The Club when performing scenes with exhibitionist partners. Like Lou, he’d done a lot of demos, and that practice was going to pay off now. Her breasts spilled out as he worked the bottom half free and he was able to drag the corset off her.
Pretty tits. Lou’s breasts were full, with perky nipples. Nipples that needed some attention. He stood back, taking in her beauty. He brought up the tip of the cane.
Her whole body went tight as though waiting for him to bring the cane down on her sensitive flesh. Instead he drew a line from the curve of her neck down to her right breast, tracing the areola and watching her shiver at the sensation.
“Such a pretty sub. Tell me about your sexual experience, sub. I want to know how hard and fast I can go. Or if I need to be gentle because you’re such a soft, sweet thing. I can go slow, but we’ll get to the hard and fast one day.”
“TJ,” she began.
That wouldn’t do. He took the cane away from her breasts and smacked her ass with it, eliciting a low moan from her. “Sir. We’ve talked enough about the past. We’re going to spend the next few hours in the now, and that means putting our problems to the side and being a Dom and a sub. Now you will answer my questions, and no other talk is needed from you. If you can’t comply, I have a lovely ball gag I can use on you. I think you would look awfully hot with drool coming out of that luscious mouth of yours.”
“Yeah. That would be so hot.”
She was a stubborn sub. Another three lashes of the cane had her panting. “I can do this all day and you’ll spend tomorrow with a sore ass. And yes, it is hot because it means your mouth would be warm and wet and ready to suck my cock. I would ease the gag out and give you something else to suck on. Have I made myself clear or do we need to do this again?”
He held the cane against her ass, and she shook her head. “No, Sir. I understand, Sir.”
Excellent. Then they were making progress. Something settled inside him. Some restless piece that never seemed to fit suddenly found its place as he stared at her. “Do you like a man to play with your breasts?”
“I don’t know. Maybe not. It can be weird.”
“Because you get in your head and think too much. I’m not going to let you do that. Has anyone clamped these pretty tits? Ever had someone nip them with their teeth, squeeze them between their fingers, or suck on them until you feel it in your pussy?”
She shook her head, her breath in gasping pants. “No.”
He reached out and palmed a breast. “Then we can start there.”
* * * *
Lou was dying. Her whole body was desperate with an aching need she’d only ever felt for this man.
What the hell had she done?
She was hanging from a hook in a ceiling half naked, and she’d never felt more alive.
It had been a perfectly dreadful day, and she was no longer certain anything she was doing was right, and all those questions and anxieties flew out of her head the minute TJ started touching her and all she could think about was him.
He’d been jealous of Lucas? Lucas might be beautiful, but he couldn’t touch TJ’s masculinity. It wasn’t Lucas’s face that haunted her every dream. And it wasn’t Lucas’s eyes on her breasts right now.
She’d always thought they were a bit too big, awkward. They didn’t sit as nicely in a bra as Kala’s did, but now as he looked at her with hot anticipation in his eyes, she could see the beauty in them. Her nipples puckered as his fingertips traced her areola, and he was right. She felt that touch deep in her core.
The way she’d felt every slash of the cane. She’d thought it was only spanking that did it for her because of the physical connection, but she’d been wrong. The cane took her to a new place altogether. It hurt, the initial lash of pain making her groan, and then it was quickly replaced with heat and sensitivity.
She’d laughed about Ross’s misconception, but now she could admit it had hurt that no one thought they could be a serious D/s couple. Especially when he was proving them wrong with every touch of his hand, with every deep, timbred command.