Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
My nipples easily showed beneath the dress with the new bra on. There would be no hiding my arousal.
Once the sauce was safe, I gathered up the boxes, my shoes, and my discarded bra and hurried them upstairs before Brick would see the mess.
When I scurried back to the kitchen, he was already there. “Brick. Mr. Langston.” I still wasn’t sure what to call him when we weren’t in bed. “Dinner is almost ready.”
With his eyes trained on me, he reached across and turned the stove off. My mouth immediately dried. “Are you not hungry?” I asked slowly.
“Take off the dress,” he ordered. “Now.”
There was no denying him. There was never any denying him. I unhooked my dress and let the fabric fall to the floor. He’d seen me naked, but that didn’t stop the flush from creeping up my chest. I could only imagine the sight that I made, standing there in his kitchen in the most scandalous pair of lingerie that I’d ever put on. Nipples exposed, tight with arousal. Crotch-less panties that didn’t protect my thighs from my juices. My desire was all too easy to see, and his eyes slowly swept over me from head to toe.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said harshly. “Come here.”
As I walked towards him, Brick undid his belt, but rather than removing his pants, he slid the belt out of the loops and folded it in his hands. I immediately stopped, eyeing the strap of leather in his hands. Just what was he planning on doing with it?
“Come here, Daisy.” His gaze narrowed, and I slowly blew out my breath. Either trust him or don’t.
One step forward and a look of pure satisfaction crossed his face. “Give me your hands,” he demanded.
Shivering, I held them out to him, and he looped the belt around my wrists. The leather was supple and warm against me as he tied my wrists together. “I don’t want you to touch me,” he said in a strangled voice. “I want to play this out, Daisy, and if you touch me, it’ll be over before it even begins.”
“I’m yours, Master. Do whatever you want,” I said breathlessly. Hooking his arms around my waist, he lifted me to the kitchen table.
“Spread your legs.” I did as he asked, but the table kept me from widening my thighs too much. “More. I know how flexible you are, Daisy. Spread your thighs for me and let me see that beautiful pussy.”
Feeling wicked, I lifted my legs until I straddled the table. My balance was a little precarious with my hands tied, so I gripped the table in front of me, but he immediately grabbed my hands and lifted them above my head. My breasts rose, and he groaned.
“Perfect. This is what I’ve been thinking about all day. This is what I’ve been picturing. Do you have any idea how hard this has been for me? I’m supposed to be running a multi-billion dollar corporation, and all I could do was wish that you were in my office so I could fuck you on every surface.”
“You could have called,” I whispered. “And I would have been there to do whatever you wanted.”
“Christ,” he groaned. “You really are perfect.” Leaning down, he kissed me long and hard as his hands stroked up and down my thighs but never touching me where I needed him most. My hands were still above my head, and I was helpless. I couldn’t touch him, but needed him naked.
“Brick, please,” I whispered, dropping my head back. He trailed kisses along my throat, and my body ached for him. “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“I want to see you.”
Stepping back, he smirked as he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. I watched in tense anticipation, hungry for more as he exposed his skin. When he finally pulled his shirt off, I purred. “You are so beautiful, you know that?”
“Beautiful?” he echoed.
“Like a Roman god. All smooth and taut. Radiating power,” I confessed. “You’re perfect.”
With a growl, he tossed his pants and put his hands around my throat. I felt absolutely no fear as he pushed me down against the table and leaned over to take advantage of my risqué bra. As he kissed and suckled my exposed breasts, he rubbed his thumb over my pussy. I arched into him, mindless with pleasure.
“You’re wet, baby. So fucking wet,” he groaned. “This is for me, right? Only me. No one else.”
“No one else,” I agreed. “Just you. Ah…Brick…please.” He stroked his fingers in and out of me, but he avoided my pulsing clit.
“You don’t wish that anyone else was here?”
“No,” I cried out. “Why would I want anyone else? Brick!”
“That is exactly what I wanted to hear. I’m the only one, Daisy. I’m the only one who is ever going to make you feel like this.” He released me and pulled me roughly off the table. “On your knees, Daisy.”