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)
Such an ass. “It’s fine, Sir.”
Yes, that was good. If she called him Sir and didn’t look directly at him, he could be any Dom in the world. He could be a complete stranger.
“Way to deflect,” he muttered, but he brought the crop down again. “Whatever you call me, your ass is still the prettiest pink right now.” The crop struck once more, this time to the crease where her ass sloped to her legs. It was a tender spot, and the pain made her shiver.
She wasn’t sure why she loved this, but her whole body responded to the pain—the willingly taken pain, the asked for pain.
She knew the difference. Pain was different when the person giving it wasn’t careful. Then it was just hate on her skin. This was something else. This was caring, a song that lulled her into comfort. She breathed through the pain and let it morph into something warm and lovely.
He used the crop on her ass and thighs. Whoever had trained him had done a spectacular job because he knew exactly where to hit her for maximum sensation and minimal possible injury.
Then something warm caressed her, and she felt a shudder of pleasure go through her. His hand. She loved his hands. They were callused and warm, and she’d always felt safe when he’d put them on her. Was she going to turn him away tonight? Wasn’t tomorrow soon enough to tell him to fuck off?
Her pride was rapidly losing to her horniness.
When his fingers teased at her pussy, her safe word wasn’t even close to the tip of her tongue.
“You respond so well to a good spanking.”
She thought about being a brat. Questioning his use of the word good was on the tip of her tongue, but it wasn’t true. It was stubbornness and would do nothing but lead her to hurt him in a way she didn’t want to.
She didn’t want to hurt him at all. At least that was what she was telling herself. She just wanted the world to be normal again.
His fingers teased against her pussy. Her embarrassingly wet and hot pussy.
“You know there’s another way to release this tension. When you’ve had a terrible day, one way to let off steam is to have a string of orgasms.” His voice had gone deep. She remembered that tone so well. She still dreamed about it at night.
A single big finger slid across her clitoris, and she could barely breathe.
She needed to say that word, the one that would make him stop because if she didn’t, she was going to end up in bed with him, and she’d promised herself she wouldn’t do that.
Or had she? She’d only truly promised herself that she wouldn’t fall in love with the man again. He didn’t matter. He was basically a warm vibrator, and why shouldn’t she enjoy him?
It would only be a bad idea if she was worried about her feelings for him. She didn’t have those anymore. So it was all right to take what he offered.
The pad of his finger started to work over her clitoris, rubbing and teasing and pushing her higher and higher.
When she thought about it, fucking Kyle could be the natural step to getting back into the dating scene. Closure. It was what she’d been waiting for. Sweet closure.
“I want to put my mouth on you, MaeBe.”
Suddenly she couldn’t think of why that would be a bad idea. She simply nodded. Saying yes would be too much, but then she didn’t need to say yes to him in this room. That was a given. He had her consent until she withdrew it.
D/s was something she could handle. There didn’t have to be emotions in a pure D/s relationship. It could be compartmentalized. She didn’t have to be devastated when he left again.
Because no matter what he said, he would leave again. He would lie again. She would be alone again.
“Don’t. Don’t think,” he implored. “Just feel. Just for the next hour. Let all the rest of it go and know this is real between us.”
This part could be real. This part she could accept. When he picked her up and cradled her to his chest, she didn’t resist. She let her body go soft and submissive. This was the only place where she could indulge that part of herself, where she could stop fighting her instincts and simply be.
She needed to get back to this place, and without Kyle.
He laid her down on the bed and spread her legs wide. She let him because she couldn’t work up the will to stop.
As long as he was in town, she would play with him, and then it would be done. Then she could move on with her life.
Of course he might not want to play with her when he realized she was going to kill his ex.