Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“I do,” I whisper, and weirdly, the words conjure up wedding vows and white lacy dresses and it both exhilarates and terrifies me. My nerve endings are on overdrive, so sensitized I feel like I’m on the verge of both laughing and crying. “I do. But I’ll manage.”
“Fuck manage,” he says, then he’s got my wrists in his hand, pinning them over my head, and he’s on top of me, knees straddling my torso so firmly I’m pinned in place.
I want him to fuck me, and the notion absolutely shocks me.
“Eight weeks?” I repeat. “I have questions, though. I’m not gonna be your whore, Liam.”
He shakes his head. “I get that. If I wanted a whore, I wouldn’t have come here.”
“I’m not giving you everything,” I tell him. “Not like some doms want. I have...standards.”
“Of course,” he says, “And doms come from every walk of life and want many different things, you know.”
“So do subs,” I say quickly.
“Exactly.”
I don’t even know the terms of the contract, but I can’t say no. The man I saw during the demonstration wasn’t the angry, scornful asshole, but a passionate, skilled man with fierce protective instincts.
The kind of man I need.
The kind of man I crave.
“Who are you?” I ask him. “The man who scoffs or the man who protects?”
“Both, sweetheart. I’m both.”
“I want this,” I tell him. “Because fucking hell, Liam, I want both.”
I’m wrapped in his arms and his mouth is on mine as if he’s dying for air and I’m his oxygen. He’s sucking me in, consuming me, and I feel as if he’s just undone me. Like I was laced up tighter than a corset and he’s tugged me free. I’m floating, free fall, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying, but I can’t imagine anything more perfect. With crazed, nearly angry tugs and tears, he undresses me, my clothing falling to the floor in a messy tumble.
“Rule number one, you get tested,” he says. “And I show you mine.”
“Okay,” I tell him, my body humming with wild need.
I watch as he slides down to the floor, kneeling in front of me. Lifting my hot, sore ass in his hands he lowers his mouth to my sex.
“Oh my God.”
“Rule number two,” he growls, his heated breath gracing my inner thighs. “You come only when I tell you.”
I whimper when he drags his tongue along my inner thigh.
“Liam,” I groan. “Oh God.”
“Open your legs, sweetheart,” he orders. I hesitate, not knowing what he’ll do, and he doesn’t like my hesitation. “Now, Cora, or I’ll flog you again.”
“Mmm,” I groan with the memory of the spanking he just gave me. I open my legs and welcome him, my eyes closing in utter bliss when he doesn’t even hesitate but swipes his tongue through my swollen folds. With deliberate movements, he nips and suckles, teasing my clit and licking his way down until he plunges his tongue at my entrance. It’s fucking dirty and hot as hell, and I need more. Harder. Longer. Then he traces his way back up again to my clit, teasing and suckling.
I freeze when I feel his fingers at my asshole, but he slaps my outer thigh. “You safeword if you need to,” he says. “But I control this now.”
I shake my head.
“No one’s every touched me there...please don’t stop.”
“That’s my girl,” he groans against my inner thigh. “Fuuuck, you taste so damn good I don’t ever want to forget this.” He touches every part of me with probing fingers, while he sucks and laps at my folds. I’m drowning in ecstasy, already so near to climaxing.
“Now,” he says. “When you’re ready, you come on my mouth, baby.”
Oh, sweet Jesus, that’s all I need. I buck and moan as I topple over into ecstasy, writhing so hard he has to hold me down on the bed, and when I’m finally spent, he stands and strokes his cock.
“Christ, you’re beautiful when you come,” he says, groaning as he strokes his swollen cock harder, faster. I get on my knees and reach for him, begging him to let me do this with a silent plea. One nod, and he releases his cock. I swallow, eager to touch him. To please him.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans. I’m kneeling with him in front of me, jerking his cock into my breasts.
“Baby,” he groans, then he mutters a string of tortured curse words before his body tenses and I know he’s gonna come.
“Please mark me, sir.” I whisper, jerking his cock harder, faster.
His hips jerk while he spills his seed on me, scorching hot liquid coursing down my breasts while he groans his release. He leans his forehead to mine and holds me to him, panting. We’re a mess and I don’t care. The look of utter bliss in his eyes before he came was my reward.
Finally, he slumps against me and gently eases my hand off of him.