Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Something she’d mentioned to him only once but which he seemed to have remembered and bought her online, which is the only place you can get it here since the little boutique she usually got it from only exists in New York.
By the time she climbed out of the tub, she was thinking that she’d make it up to him for being so mean down at the station. It’s obvious he’d just been worried about her and not trying to rule her life the way she thought. She wrapped the towel around her after drying her skin, only then realizing that the robes were missing from their place behind the door.
She shrugged her shoulders as she walked over to the vanity and sat to moisturize her face and skin with more of the scent she loved. He’d gone to all this trouble, and she’d been so hard on him, even in mind. By the time she was through in the bathroom, she’d made up her mind that she was going to make it up to him.
Celia found herself snatched and grabbed when she walked into the bedroom. “What the…” She started to struggle but found her arms pinned to her sides as Riley walked towards the bed. ‘Did you have a nice bath, Detective? Feeling all relaxed? Good!”
“What’re you do…”
“Shut up!” The words were not angry though there was enough heat there to warm a village. Celia really began to struggle when she found herself face down over his lap with her hands being tied behind her back. This isn’t happening, she thought. There’s no way he can think he’d get away with this. No way he’d even think of doing it.
She thought that until the first lash landed across her ass. The sting of the leather belt biting into her flesh stole her breath and robbed her of thought. It was so damn preposterous that she couldn’t find words for the first few seconds, but by the time the third blow landed, she started screaming bloody murder.
CHAPTER 27
“Do you know why you were spanked, Celia?” Celia’s mind wasn’t exactly a blank, but she wasn’t thinking straight either. There were tears of disbelief rolling down her cheeks, and she was finding it hard to breathe past the lump in her throat and chest. Her ass was on fire, and the mixture of shame and lust she felt confused the hell out of her. No one had ever dared…
“Answer me.” The nerve of him, she thought. Instead of words, she turned eyes of fury on him as she twisted her head to glare back at him. “I see!” Her eyes widened at his cryptic tone, but she didn’t have long to wonder what it meant as she found herself moved from his lap to facedown on his bed.
The next sound she heard was his zipper, and her heart started to race. “What’re you doing?” She struggled up onto her shoulder so she could look back at him. What she saw made the blood heat in her veins, and the embarrassing liquid of arousal that had started with her spanking began to pool between her thighs and wet them.
Riley was done talking. He dropped his pants and grabbed his hard, leaking cock, and moved towards her on the bed. Celia tried inching away on her shoulders and knees, but with her hands tied behind her back, it was difficult to move. Riley grabbed her hips, holding her in place before dragging her back roughly to the edge of the bed.
His hands moved over the red welts left by his belt lashes, and though he felt just the slightest bit of remorse, he knew it needed to be done. She needed to learn that when he said something, he meant it. Celia’s anger grew at the way he thought he could just have her after what he’d done. “Get your hands off me, you bastard.” She tried moving away from him again.
Riley swiped his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy before holding that hand up for her to see. The message was clear; he knew she was full of shit. Her mouth was saying one thing, but her pussy was saying another. This just infuriated her even more, and she let loose a barrage of insults on his head.
Riley hopped down off the bed again and walked across the room, trying his best not to laugh out loud at her. He’d never been called so many different types of motherfucker in his life. His woman sure did know her way around colorful language. But she wasn’t allowed to use that shit on him either.
He opened the drawer she’d used to put her underwear in and found what he was looking for before walking back to the bed. Celia saw him coming as she strained to see over her shoulder and wondered what the fiend was planning to do with her panties. Riley knelt on the bed behind her again and reached around to tie the panties across her mouth, effectively muting her.