Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
She turned and allowed him access to the laces of her corset. Big hands covered her shoulders, sending a bolt of heat through her. He moved in behind her, letting her feel how small her body was against his.
“Remember that you can stop me at any time. We’re exploring. I’d like to get you on that spanking bench and have some fun figuring out what you like and what you don’t. Can we play that way, sweetheart?”
She loved how he always asked her what she wanted. “I would like that, Sir. I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable with something, but I want to give it all a try. And can we both understand that unless we choose to change our minds, this session can end with you inside me?”
One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him, and she could feel the heat of his breath against her ear. “There is nothing I want more. You won’t regret trusting me. I’m going to take care of you. No matter what happens, remember that.”
She believed him, and it made her let go of all of her inhibitions. She wanted him to see her, wanted to be naked in front of this man. Definitely wanted to wrap herself around him and revel in everything he could give her. “I will.”
If he thought she was worried he wouldn’t be good in bed, he was out of his mind. Even if he didn’t last as long as he needed to, she rather thought he was the kind of man who would find another way to take care of her. He would be a generous lover. She would bet her life on it.
He stepped back and started in on her laces. In moments she was free of the corset. He’d moved away and she turned, allowing him to see her breasts before she eased off the boy shorts and stood in front of him naked.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
She felt that way with his eyes warm on her. She had a lot of body issues. She’d gained weight since her acting days. The camera really did add pounds, so she’d been underweight to try to look perfect. She’d been praised for how she’d looked then. She was healthier now, and the tabloids called her fat.
But she felt sexy standing here with him. She felt good in her skin.
“One day we’re going to do a scene, and you’re going to be naked for me in front of everyone here in The Club,” he promised. “I’ll show them all how gorgeous my sub is.”
She would have told him that she wouldn’t ever be naked in public again, but it was all right here. This was one of the reasons her sister had felt free in The Club. No one would judge her. They were all on the same journey. “I’ll be happy to scene with you.”
It might be the only way she ever performed again. Private performances where she knew the audience would be warm and inviting. Where she knew her partner would take care of her.
“I want you on the bench. Do you remember how to place yourself on it?” Michael asked.
She was a quick learner. The bench he had at his place was slightly different, but she could do it. She eased down, allowing her breasts to rest on either side. The end of the bench was slightly elevated, putting her ass in the air and her pussy on display.
She breathed in, trying to take in the moment. This was different than the practice.
“How are you feeling?”
She could see his boots. “I’m fine, Sir. I feel vulnerable, but there’s something sexy about it.”
She’d thought the bench was weird in the beginning, but now she got how being physically vulnerable could be sexy. It wouldn’t with another man, but with Michael, a certain thrill went through her because he could do whatever he wanted with her. He could tie her up and force himself back into her mouth. He could shove his cock into her pussy or thrust himself into her ass.
He could do anything. It made her heart race, and she could smell her own arousal.
His boots moved, and then she felt a big hand on her back. Warmth suffused her as he started to stroke down her skin.
He moved slowly, and she felt the anticipation building.
Where would he touch her? How would it feel? She wasn’t thinking about how she looked or what he was thinking. She was wholly focused on her body and this moment.
It was perfect.
She breathed in as he cupped her cheeks. The way the spanking bench was built it kept her legs open, tilting her ass up and giving him access to her pussy. He continued his long, slow exploration of her skin, skimming over her pussy and making her groan with anticipation.