Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Okay, okay. Red. That can be the safe word,” I grumbled, but as he sat up and hunched forward to work on my ankles, every brush of his fingers against my skin felt like fireflies, electric and wondrous, and I’d give him a dozen safe words if it got me more of his touch.
“Well, damn.” Holden whistled low as he glanced up, looking right at my bobbing cock, which was as hard as I could remember. “At least part of you likes the leg restraints.”
“Apparently.” As soon as he had me set with the rigging, I tested the bonds, flexing my arms and ankles, loving how the pull of the ropes made my cock throb and abs tremble.
Holden made a clucking noise. “That you think wiggling around will get me to touch you sooner is cute.”
“More like I can’t hold still. Feels too good.”
“Try.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead, tender, chaste, and absolutely soul-searing. And damn if it didn’t make me give a happy sigh and silence my restless limbs. Anything to earn his praise. “Good. Now, what to do first?” Shifting around, he pulled two binder clips from his pocket. Devious man. I should have guessed shutting down the computer had been a ruse. “Have you been nice or naughty?”
Both. I wanted more of his tenderness, but I also needed the bite of pain, and I had no idea how to ask for either, especially the caring. Trying to come up with words made my back itchy and my tone cranky. “Stop making me choose. You decide. Just wanna not think.”
“No thinking. Got it.” He tweaked one of my nipples, an all-too-brief electric sensation. “I am but your humble servant, yet if you give me the power to choose…”
Grinning, Holden brushed featherlight kisses across my shoulders, avoiding my injuries, down my collarbones, gliding between my pecs, and ending with a teasing lick on my sternum.
“Should have known you’d pick nice.” I pretended to be put out.
“You’re lucky I don’t mind your bratty complaints.” He gave me a loud, smacking kiss right below my nipple. “Otherwise, I might develop a kink for gags.”
“No. I’ll be good,” I promised quickly because the thought of a gag wasn’t sexy to me, and Holden, ever perceptive, picked up on my hesitance, nodding.
“I know you can. You’re already doing so good.” He gave me another of the exaggerated kisses on my pec, then started teasing my chest earnestly with little licks, open-mouthed kisses, and scrapes of his teeth.
Hissing, I stretched against the limits of the rope, chasing more of the delicious contact.
“Look at you, so desperate for my teeth.” His tone was chiding, but his eyes were unmistakably pleased.
“Do it. Bite me,” I ordered as if I were remotely in charge. But blessedly, Holden actually listened, nipping at my chest with light bites. Then he reached my nipple and sucked hard, the press of his teeth absolutely perfect. “Oh my fucking God.”
And then, as he abandoned that nipple in favor of the other, he deftly applied one of the binder clips. And I fucking levitated.
“There.” He sounded all satisfied. “Nice and naughty.”
For once, my endlessly sarcastic inner monologue gave way to blissful static, a state where all I could do was float on the sensory overload and moan. Holden, for his part, was a damn scientist, precise and methodical in alternating mouth and clips until I was trembling, abs trampoline tense, teeth gritting. Each sharp bite of pain from the clips or his mouth was met with an even greater amount of pleasure, the interplay between hurt and ecstasy overwhelming me until I no longer cared which was which, only that I got more of it.
“Fuck.” I strained toward him.
“Wow.” Straightening, he peered down at me, clearly impressed with his own efforts. “Can you come this way?”
“Keep it up and we’ll both find out,” I ground out, as close as I could get to demanding more.
He gave a playful shake of his head. “Tied. Suitably distracted. And still, you find your way to bratty comments. Your stubbornness is the stuff of legends.”
Grinning diabolically, he resumed his torturous assault on my chest, inching me ever closer to erupting. I’d never been so close yet so far away from climaxing. I whimpered, a needy sound I’d never heard from my own throat.
“Damn.” Holden ran a hand down my torso, stopping short of my cock, running a finger through the trail of precome painting my abs. “You made a river.”
“Sor—”
“Sexy as hell.” He licked his finger, and I moaned, which made him wink at me. “Love that you make a ton of pre. Makes you that much more fun to edge.”
He moved to kissing my arms and stroking my legs, undoubtedly checking my circulation, but the sweetness of the gesture was enough to back off my imminent need to come. I exhaled, only to immediately jolt as he gripped my cock without warning.