Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?”
“Setting up.”
“Setting up what?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I bite back a growl, but my frustration vanishes when I detect the unmistakable sound of his zipper, followed by the slide of his jeans. He crawls onto the mattress behind me, over me, one hand propping him up while the other brings a black rubber thingamabob to my mouth. The thing is intimidating, especially when he teases my lips with the contraption.
“Open your mouth, Sadie.”
“What is that?”
Shit. I know what it is, but I don’t want it in my mouth.
“Open your mouth and find out.”
I hesitate. He waits me out.
Because he knows me too well—knows how easily I buckle under his demands.
“Will you take it out if I want you to?”
“No.”
“What if I take it out myself?”
“You won’t be able to.”
God, his low tone at my ear sends a gush of liquid desire straight to my sex. I want to press my thighs together, but I don’t dare move from my position.
He smashes the gag against my lips, ending our argument, and adds firm pressure until I can’t help but part my mouth. He shoves it in, and I feel him shift on his knees between my spread legs as he tightens the strap around my head.
A few seconds later, he wraps what I’m assuming is one of his ties around my eyes, and I’m thrust into blackness. Everything is escalating too fast. He shoves my upper body to the mattress, and I rest my cheek on the fluffy comforter as he pulls my arms behind me. Soft leather circles my wrists, and I realize too late that he’s restraining my hands at my back.
“Mmmmfffh,” is all I can say. I fight his hold, squirming and protesting in muffled indignation.
That’s when he smacks my ass. Hard. His palm comes down four more times in rapid succession. “You’re not getting out of this, Sawyer.”
I don’t know what it is about the command in his tone, but I stop fighting instantly. Maybe it’s too close to the way my father has spoken to me for years.
Or maybe I just want Ash, and I’ll do anything to have him.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Seeing you exposed like this is turning me on like crazy.”
Yep. Ashton Levine is a pervert. But I am too since I’m wet just from the gruff sound of his voice—from the heat of his knees between mine as the chilly air in the hotel room teases my most intimate places.
And I’m helpless.
Gagged and unable to ask questions or protest beyond a muffled whine.
The ability to touch taken by his cuffs.
My sight stolen by his tie.
The real kicker?
I’m sticking my ass in the air of my own free will, just waiting for him to punish it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ashton
My heart is thrashing against my ribcage. I’m so jacked up on adrenaline, I feel like a lunatic. I crouch between her knees for a few seconds, trying to get myself under control. No one’s ever affected me the way Sadie does.
And I’m all too aware of how this might be my last night with her—my last chance to obliterate her will, drive her insane, maybe even make her hate me awhile from the sensation overload I’m planning to unleash on her vulnerable body.
I’m going to destroy her just so I can put her back together again.
My dick is rock hard and longing for the glove of her body. The temptation to sink inside her is too much. I bite my lip until the metallic taste of blood hits my tongue. I might push boundaries, might demand her submission, but she’s spread before me, gagged and bound because that’s where she wants to be.
No matter how much I want to fuck her, I’d never destroy her trust like that.
Swiveling around, I sit at the end of the bed, then I carefully lie back until I’m gazing up at her sweet pussy. I grab her hips and haul her upright, directly above my mouth, and a muffled gasp escapes her.
“I’m gonna eat you out, and you’re gonna be a good girl and not come.” As I slide the tip of my tongue through her wetness, she sways forward and almost loses her balance. Steadying her with my hands at her hips, I prop her up, my biceps straining from the effort.
“Can you snap your fingers for me?”
She does.
“Good. When you get close that’s how I want you to signal me. I’ll stop to give you a short break. But if you come, Sadie…” I lower my voice, and a thrill travels down my spine before reaching the throbbing tip of my cock. “If you come, you’ll regret it.”
Hell, I have every intention of making her come.
She whines a protest—the first of many I plan to drag from her. I yank her down onto my mouth, and she settles her weight evenly onto her knees. I tilt her body until I’m able to feast on her at the right angle, with firm, constant licks of my tongue.