Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I want this.
“You won’t get my cock again until you earn it,” he continues to whisper, his voice low and guttural. And then he starts to push the leather-wrapped end of the whip inside my pussy.
It’s far smaller than his monster’s cock, so I don’t know why I get so tense around it and it feels so—
Intrusive.
“I’ll fuck you with all kinds of things,” he growls. “I love seeing the end of my implement disappear inside my naughty consort’s cunt.”
A little spasm goes through my body which lubricates the damn whip handle.
Beast takes advantage and pushes in ruthlessly. My legs are spread, and there’s nothing I can do, oh God, nothing I can do.
It shouldn’t turn me on. Nothing about this should. I should be screaming at him.
But that’s not what my body says as it clenches deliciously around everything he feeds inside me. Especially with the hard pad of his fingers stroking at my—
“You’ll love everything I give you. You’ll beg me for more.” His voice is so low. So gruff. It takes on a certain edge when he’s aroused. Like when he’s angry but different. Huskier.
“You’ll make that high-pitched noise in the back of your throat that you’re struggling not to make right now.”
I shake my head in denial but then he starts to rub the swollen flesh of my pussy and clit down against the wet handle inside me. Goddammit, how does he know how to do that?
A little wanting grunt escapes my throat. I clench my eyes shut, determined not to make any other noises of pleasure. I won’t give him an inch. I’m still pissed at him… Aren’t I?
He twists the handle around inside me, and I blink. I can’t help grabbing hold of the torn clothing he tied me up with. I’ve got to hold onto something or I’m going to combust.
Because that wicked whip handle has a bulbus thingy on one side and the way he just twisted it—it’s right up against my G-spot. Does he know about G-spots? How could he?
And then it hits me. Am I not his first consort? That thought floods me with a sweep of ludicrous jealousy, which washes me with a thousand other questions, mainly: what the hell happened to the others?
He’s not gripping my hair to hold me in place anymore, he has had to let me go so he can start playing with my clit. I swing my head around to glare at him. “What did you do with the other consorts?”
I can barely see him since he’s perched at my ass. Mainly, all I can see is wings, but his body goes a little rigid at my question.
“What consorts?”
“I’m obviously not your first,” I spit. Even as I feel ridiculous with the handle of a whip half inside me. What, am I jealous?
I’m only met with a chuckle, and then both his hands are back. One tapping the bottom of the whip handle so that the end buried inside me rubs and drags against my G-spot, all but blinding me with pleasure as he starts really massaging my clit.
And then he’s bent over my back, sudden warmth from the cold room.
His wings are surrounding me. Dark blotting out the single electric light overhead. “You are my first consort. My only ever consort. Forever.”
And then he bends over even more, his lion’s mane falling and tickling as not just his tongue, but his whole mouth lands on the back of my neck.
Teeth prick my skin as he really begins to work that whip handle. In and out, and with every in, against my pulsing G-spot. His other hungry fingers working my clit.
Meanwhile I’m struggling to grasp what he’s just said. I’m his first? His only? Me?
My chest spasms against the bed as I start coming.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers darkly in my ear as breaks from my neck. And then he goes back to kissing and nibbling.
I come so, so hard.
I don’t black out.
I’m terribly, terribly awake for the pleasure that hits like shock waves of electricity up from my pussy, through my chest, out, out—
I keen a high-pitched wail.
And in my ear, his husky voice. “That’s right. Keep giving it to me. That’s my good, good girl.”
Chapter Thirty-One
HANNAH
When I wake, for once, I’m not alone.
The beast is with me, asleep at my back, one heavy arm slung low over my waist. To make sure I don’t run again? Or just because he fell asleep this way?
He untied me after fucking me with the whip but didn’t seek his own pleasure. He just wrapped himself around me in the bed, and we… slept. I was starting to think he never sleeps.
I exhale heavily. It’s still dark out, all but pitch black in the room.
Welcome to the rest of my life?
Because if I’m not trying to run away anymore, if I accept that in return for what he has given me, I’m really going to… stay…