Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
“That’s it for the don’ts. What do you expect from me tonight?” That was an important question to ask. I needed to know what level he was looking for. “Are we being playful, are we just doing light stuff…”
“Oh no,” he said, a mischievous squint to his eyes as he slowly shook his head. “No, Sophie. I want total submission.”
I shivered, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. “Total as in…”
“Total, as in you do not move unless I tell you to, you do not speak unless I ask you to…” He walked his fingers slowly down my thigh. “You do not come unless I allow you to.”
“But someone needs to remember the physical limitations of the third one,” I reminded him, reaching down to pluck his hand from my thigh. “You can’t put a freaking Hitachi on my clit and expect me to not come. No mental trick could stop that.”
“Darling, if I use the Hitachi on you, believe me, I’m not going to ask you stop coming.” He dropped his hand to my knee. “Just so we are clear, I’d like to go…fairly hard tonight. I want to do things to you that I’d only dreamed about when we were here before.”
“That’s fine with me. You haven’t been hard on me in a long time. I thought you were wimping out on me.” I tried to be playful, but heart and stomach both fluttered. It still caught me by surprise, how much he wanted me. How much he’d wanted me since the very first time we’d been together, even though we’d spent six years apart.
His hand snapped up and caught my jaw, and he leaned forward to kiss me, an act of tenderness incongruent with his rough hold. Then he released me and promised, “Never.”
I carefully wiped at my lower lip line, in case my lip gloss was smudged, then remembered how futile an effort it was. It was going to get plenty smudged up tonight, anyway.
“Do you want to go over everything point by point?” he asked. “I wouldn’t do anything that conflicts with your established hard limits.”
“No. I can always use my words and signals, and you’re good about checking in. I trust you.”
He gazed at me, speechless, an indecipherable mix of emotions crossing his face. When he spoke, he was hoarse, as though he didn’t trust his own voice. “That’s a gift in itself..”
“There are toys and things upstairs.” I gestured with my head to the loft. “Shall we go up, or…”
The song had ended, and a new one had begun, “Cola” by Lana Del Rey. The sexy, insistent beat echoed the pulsing tension between us. When he spoke, it was with my Sir’s voice, the dark tone that always took over when he slipped into the role. Dominance and submission was quite a bit like acting out a character, except the character was a secret version of oneself.
I sometimes wondered if, in my case, the secret version wasn’t closest to my true identity.
“Are you ready?” He leaned back on the couch, one elbow resting on a throw pillow, the other arm stretched along the top of the back cushions.
“Oh, yes, Sir.”
He looked so fucking sexy sitting there in his jacket and tie, the dim light picking up the silver threads in his hair, one long leg out in front of him. His total ease was a facade; he was calculating. My nipples hardened, and my suddenly very interested clit throbbed.
“Stand up.”
I did.
“Take your dress off. Top down, slowly, one strap at a time.”
I slipped one strap off, then the other, holding his gaze as I did.
“Eyes down.”
I looked instead at his legs, at the crease in his trousers.
I pulled my other arm free and rolled the top down, over my strapless black bra.
“Come here.”
I was only a step from him. He could have reached for me, if he’d wanted to. He waited until I came to him, until he didn’t have to do more than raise his hand to grip the front of my bra and jerk it down, hard. He sat up straight and closed his mouth over one nipple, and without thinking, I raised my hands to his hair. He released me and gave me a little shove backward.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” he scolded.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“That will be your very last warning, Sophie.” He motioned for me to step back. “Get the rest of your fucking clothes off.”
I unfastened my bra and tossed it aside, remembering how we’d scattered our clothes everywhere the first night I’d been here. He’d been so overwhelming to me then, even without being my Dom. It was the aura of power around him, a feeling that had been a bit intimidating when we’d first gotten together. Now, after all we’d been through together, he was just Neil. Except when he took control of me completely, until I no longer felt desire or fear, merely pleasure and peace at his command. Then, he was my Sir.