Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
His eyes flash at me and he squeezes my hands. “A dom doesn’t safeword, honey.”
“No. But a dom ends a scene and that’s the same thing, isn’t it?”
“No.”
He says nothing else.
I blow out a breath in frustration.
“You know, I’m sitting here so damn turned on a breath of fresh air would make me come, and you’re just gonna stand there?”
“We’re taking a break,” he says.
“Wait, what?”
He gets to his feet. “You’re not behaving yourself, and naughty little girls don’t get to come.” Reaching down with a frown, he removes my plug. I flush and squirm, it feels so weird, and it definitely stokes my need. Then he’s cleaning me. “Up you go.”
No one makes me angrier than Noah. But no one is more fierce, more powerful, more determined, and I love that.
God, I wish I didn’t.
Tugging me along with him, we walk toward doorway. “Come with me and behave, and I’ll consider letting you climax later.”
I’m still frustrated and can’t help but mutter, “will just do the damn job myself if you won’t let me.”
Turning to face me, he captures my jaw in one of his huge hands. His fingers are rough and calloused, and I feel his correction right between my thighs. My eyes are riveted to his.
“You will not. You agreed to scene with me today, so that sweet little cunt of yours belongs to me unless you safeword. You safeword, and this ends. You touch yourself without permission, and I’ll whip your ass.”
“Ooh,” I say, because I need to make a snarky comment as my heart slams in my chest and he’s turning me on again. “Naughty.”
He rolls his eyes heavenward before he slaps my ass good and hard. I’m still bare and still sore, so I come up on my toes and squeal. Ignoring my protest, he takes me by the hand and leads me to the door.
“You see that wall of tools?” he asks.
“Mhm.” My body’s a live wire of need, and a mere glance makes me want to bend right back over the bench.
“Keep them in mind, little girl.”
I war with arousal and curiosity and anger as we exit the dungeon and walk toward his private room. It’s cooler out here, and I shiver, so he pulls me a little closer with an arm around me. He pulls out his cell phone, hits a button, and slides it up to his ear. After a moment of listening, he pockets the phone.
“Blizzard warning still in effect,” he says.
“Damn. I wanted to order pizza.”
He huffs out a mirthless laugh. “After a good dinner one can forgive anybody,” he says. It’s a quote, but I can’t remember from where.
“I’m rusty,” I tell him, shooting him a quizzical look, and the stern facade cracks for a second when his lips twitch.
“Oscar Wilde.”
He gestures for me to come into his room, and I do. I should feel weird, freshly spanked and aroused and naked, and I’m not quite sure why I don’t. I kinda love this.
“Bed,” he says, snapping his fingers.
I bite back a retort. I want to scene with him. But I asked for this, so I’ll give it to him.
I lay down in the bed, and I have to admit, this feels good. I’m tired after all that, totally exhausted. Closing my legs is mildly arousing, but those scenes took the wind right out of me. The heaviness of sleep settles onto me like a weighted blanket, and my eyes go half-lidded.
“Alright, I’m getting us food. You stay right there and rest,” he says. And before I can ask him what he’s going to get, he’s gone. I listen hard, curious if he’s going outside in this weather, but there’s no way he’s doing that.
The door clicks shut behind him and I’m left alone on his bed. Lying here under the sheets and blankets, I’m not sure what to do with myself. Why am I even here? His lingering scent clings to the cool, soft sheets, to the heavy blanket over me, and hell, it permeates the whole room. I squirm on the blankets, so tempted to slide my fingers through my folds and take care of business. I’m swollen and needy. But he’ll punish me if I do.
To distract myself, I pick up my phone and check my messages. There’s one from Marla.
Marla: Hey, everything okay? How are you?
I feel a little guilty not telling her everything. After all, she’s a member here, too, and she knows Axle well. Should I tell her I’m here? I decide against it, because I have no idea exactly what I’m going to tell her. Oh, hey, met up with the guy I knew years ago who I was in love with and we decided, just for the hell of it, to have a no-holds-barred day of kinky sex. And you?