Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
She went quiet as he brought his hand down again and again. He watched as her body quivered and shook, going stiff and then relaxing time and time again.
But she didn’t cry.
No, something else was happening. Something that had his cock as hard as a rock.
He peppered her ass with little slaps, the scent of her arousal filling the air around him.
If his hand wasn’t working, then he could try something else. “Get naked and stand by the bench.”
She slid off his lap and onto her knees since her leggings trapped her neatly. “I’m not getting naked for you.”
He had a button he could push with her. “Then say your safe word.”
Her middle finger came up.
Then they would do it the hard way.
He reached down and ripped the blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. “If you want to keep the rest of your clothes, you’ll take them off.”
Her eyes were wide, and her mouth slightly open. “You asshole.”
“Do you want to start the spanking again? I assure you I can slap your ass and then I’ll rip the leggings off your body and go after your underwear. Don’t worry. I’ve already asked Noelle to bring you more in the morning.”
“You have no right.”
“I have every right while we’re in this club and you haven’t said your safe word. Get naked, Mae Beatrice.”
She was frowning as she shrugged out of what was left of her shirt. “Fuck you, Kyle.”
He could only hope. He watched as she kicked out of her boots and fumbled her way out of the leggings, her soaking wet panties coming with them. “You won’t want to wear those again anyway.”
She got to her feet and unhooked her bra.
His breath nearly stopped in his chest. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Kyle.”
“But you are. You are the most beautiful woman in the whole fucking world.”
“I’m close to saying my safe word.”
She wouldn’t take anything from him. No sweet words. No kindness at all. No love when he had so damn much love for her. It was pathetic, but he would take whatever he could get. He might not be able to say it again, but she was gorgeous. He missed her vibrant hair but only because it was so familiar. Her natural hair was brown with threads of gold and red, and it spilled past her shoulders down her back. She’d gained muscle where she’d been soft. She looked fit and stunning, but then she’d been stunning before. She always would be to him. “I told you to go to the bench. When you get there, place your palms on the seat and spread your legs. I want that ass high in the air.”
“It won’t mean anything,” she said, her voice hollow. “If you give me an orgasm, it’ll be purely physical. It won’t mean anything beyond I want an orgasm.”
Oh, but it would mean everything to him. “I am meaningless. Got it.”
She turned and walked to the bench.
And he prayed that meant he had a chance.
* * * *
MaeBe made it to the bench, cursing her weakness when it came to this man. She couldn’t resist. Even when she knew damn well she should walk away. She leaned over, placing her palms on the padded bench.
She’d never played in this room. It was meant for ménage, so when they had to pick a room, she’d selected this one because she’d never once fantasized about playing with Kyle here. Kyle wasn’t the ménage type. She’d been absolutely certain this wasn’t a man who would ask her to join him and his wife in a little play, and if she’d been the wife, it wouldn’t even have been a thought in his head.
Of course she’d thought she’d known the man. Now she knew that everything she’d built with him before was based on lies.
Yet here she was, her whole body pulsing with need, and it was all about him. Months and months she’d felt nothing, and the minute he’d shown up her libido had come back online.
Her ass ached slightly, but she wanted more.
“Eyes closed,” he ordered.
Bastard didn’t want her to know what was coming. He wanted her to stand here and squirm in anticipation.
Of course that was part of the fun.
She closed her eyes and tried to be in the moment because she’d missed this.
She’d missed him.
MaeBe shoved that thought away. It was the play she’d missed, and they’d never played. He’d put her off, telling her he wasn’t ready for that yet. He was never ready until he was, and then he’d been gone.
A crack split the air and sweet pain brought her out of her thoughts and back into her body. Heat spread through her, and she realized he’d gone and grabbed a crop.
Fuck, she loved the crop.
“Can I tell you your ass looks pretty with a pink mark on it? Or will that scare you off?”