Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Yes, Joshua.” She couldn’t tell him she probably wouldn’t be around then. God, she didn’t want to think about it. Why should she? He would still want a McKay-Taggart team around him. Dec and Shane would rotate out eventually, but she didn’t have to. She would be done with the CIA job, but Josh didn’t have to know she’d ever done it. She could still be his close cover expert. Why shouldn’t she?
He didn’t have to know they’d started with a lie.
He picked up her thong. “I don’t like this.”
“I was trying on clothes. They tend to like you to have undies on,” she explained.
“I don’t care. You’re mine. You’re not theirs. I make the rules when it comes to you.”
There was that overly possessive caveman she’d come to count on. He seemed to not bond to many, but when he did, it was quick and fierce and he held on tight. “Yes, Joshua. I won’t wear them again.”
He palmed her ass, his hands so big he could almost cup both cheeks in one. “I’m probably going to have to talk to the police in a bit.”
“What?” She started to come up.
His hand moved in a stinging arc, striking her left cheek with ruthless intent. One and two and three until she’d settled back into the position he’d put her in.
“Are you okay?” Kayla asked on a shaky breath. She was damn glad the chair had wooden arms because she needed them to stay upright. “Do we need to call a lawyer?”
Another nasty slap. “You need to concentrate on this. I was telling you because I don’t want you to be surprised if there are cops on the other side of that curtain when I’m done with you. Or if they rush in and catch us. I don’t care at this point. At this point, they could storm the place and I’ll answer all their questions while I’m inside you.”
He moved his hand over her ass as though tracing the marks he’d already made.
“What happened?” She braced herself.
He smacked her again, but this one was almost idle, and then his hand moved between her legs, brushing her core. “I went outside to take a phone call and I got into it with a fucking photographer. I’ll likely have to pay for his camera, though perhaps not. Burke said he would take care of it and then sent me in here to you.”
Smart man. “He’s getting rid of the evidence.” She gasped as he skimmed along her clitoris. “Oh, Josh.”
That was when he pinched her. Hard. It made her squirm and squeal and gave him the excuse to spank her more. Over and over, he brought his hand down on her backside, fire licking along her flesh.
She squeezed her eyes shut, holding in the tears that threatened. Tears were good. They were cleansing and she often needed a scene like this one to release the stress and have a good cry. Somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten how to do that. Oh, she knew it had happened sometime during her MSS years. She’d been forced to go cold, forced to shut down entire sections of her personality so she could slip into her sister’s shoes and live out a nightmare that wasn’t supposed to be hers. Only D/s had ever given her a safe place to cry, but she couldn’t do it now. Now wasn’t for her. Now was for Josh, and she couldn’t have the police storming in here because they thought he was hurting her.
So she bit her bottom lip as he executed another volley of stinging slaps.
“You’ll wear a plug tomorrow. You’re going to get that sweet ass plugged up in front of the entire club. They’ll watch as I work that plug inside. How is it going to feel knowing everyone will be watching you? Everyone is going to know what a bad sub you’ve been that you deserve your Master’s plug stretching that tiny asshole all night long. Depending on how gracious you are between now and then, I will decide what kind of lubricant to use. But before I work the plug in, I’m going to play. I’m going to stretch your cheeks wide and show off what belongs to me. I’ll let everyone look and all the Doms will have to shift around because they’ll be hard at the thought of that tiny hole squeezing their cocks. Thinking is all they’ll get to do because it’s fucking mine. That pretty hole belongs to me and I’m going to take it. First with a finger diving in, opening you up and fucking deep inside, and then later with my cock. You’re going to feel the burn, my luscious little sub.”
She could practically feel it now. He was so good with the dirty talk that sometimes she thought she might come simply listening to his voice.