Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I shiver, and I don’t know why. I’ve never done this with anyone else before. I… don’t even know what this is, but I know this is no missionary sex we’re about to have. I’ve walked straight into the punishment zone, and what happens next is up to him. I’ve made my choice. I know that now.
He makes store-bought handcuffs and hot pink floggers look like child’s play. This… this is where real control comes in. My first taste of real dominance.
Earlier I thought about leaving. I thought about escaping and getting the fuck out of Dodge because of who he is and what his family stands for. But now… now that we’re on the cusp of something I’ve never experienced before, I’m compelled. I’ve never been so scared in my life, but I wouldn’t leave now if the door was wide open.
I need to see. I need to know.
So I obey. Like a lamb led to slaughter, I obey.
My knees shake as he watches me climb onto the bed and position myself as he tells me. Back down. My feet on either side of me. This position was intentional, as my knees fall open and expose… everything. And with his eyes on me, I lace my fingers behind my head like he told me, shaking.
He eyes me hungrily as he reaches for his tie. I watch his large, strong fingers nimbly unfasten it, then tug. The silky black fabric slides off his neck, and he wraps it into a ball before he places it on the side table next to his drink.
Next, the suit coat. It’s so large it’d be a tent on me, but he takes it off with effortless ease and hangs it on a chair, never breaking eye contact with me. The waves crash on the shore behind him, and my breathing becomes labored. The heat of his stare roves down my body, nestling between my thighs.
“You’re gorgeous, Vittoria. A fucking masterpiece.” I shiver. “Are you cold?”
I shake my head.
“Nervous?”
“A little.”
Lie. I’m frozen in fear.
My eyes are riveted on his fingers once more, now unfastening his cuff. He rolls up his sleeve. I stare at the tanned skin, stark against the snow-white shirt, dotted with dark hair, his veins visible. On the underside of his left arm, I see ink. A rose? I want to see it, all of it.
Then, the second sleeve follows the first. I let my eyes rove over him. The crisp white shirt lies flat against his belly, his pants slung low on his hips. I haven’t seen him naked yet, but hell do I want to. I can feel the power of his harnessed strength even from here, and I’ve witnessed how strong he is. He can pick me up without getting winded, do the stairs two at a time.
His fingers, thick and rough, nestle on his hips, as he takes in all of me.
I’m slightly embarrassed because it’s been damn hard getting a good shave in with my current nonexistent living conditions. I got a one-day-only pass to a local gym recently and took full advantage of their facilities, but I only had a cheap drugstore razor.
With a scowl, he pours another glass of whiskey, grabs his folded tie, then walks over to me.
I’m vulnerable and at his mercy as he walks to me with whiskey and tie in hand. I don’t know why it feels so erotic, everything from the smell of the liquor and his cologne to the scent of my own arousal, musky and sweet. I’ve been naked in front of guys before. Hell, I was engaged to be married. But this time, I feel stripped of a lot more than my clothes. I feel naked in a way I never have. I’m vulnerable. Completely at his mercy.
The whiskey glass clinks as he sets it on the bedside table, and I jump.
“If you’re so skittish, you shouldn’t have disobeyed me,” he says matter-of-factly. “You got a spanking earlier, but it seems you didn’t remember that?”
My voice is hoarse. “I remember.”
“Oh?” he asks, unraveling the wound tie. “Fascinating.” The words hang in the air like the ticking of a clock in a noiseless room.
Tick.
Tock.
When he leans over me, his scent grows stronger. My mouth waters. I want to touch him. Taste him. The silky tie tightens around my wrists. I gasp when I realize he’s bound them together and tied them to the headboard. Not sure what I thought he was doing with that tie, but I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.
Something tells me that’s not gonna last.
I gasp when something cool hits my shoulder. I look down to see droplets of whiskey on my naked skin. He braces himself on either side of me, bends his mouth to my shoulder and laps at the little beads, the carnal feel of his tongue on my naked skin making me shiver in anticipation.