Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“With no one, I was alone.” My voice was tinny and weak with uncertainty. I’d never seen this side of him before.
“Don’t lie to me.” He shook me but even now he was careful not to hurt me. “I’m not lying I promise.” He studied me for the longest time and it was then I realized how uneven his breathing was.
The hand around my throat had a slight tremble to it, but that could be repressed anger and not the fear I saw mixed with that anger in his eyes.
“You broke the rules, you weren’t my good girl. Now I have to punish you.” My eyes widened at his words and I wrenched myself away and turned to run. It was pointless; he caught me in three steps or less.
“Come here, where are you going?” He dragged me to the bedroom kicking and screaming and over to the bed. “Quiet.” I stuttered to silence and recoiled from the venomous look in his eyes. He went back to being Mr. Silent as he walked around the room with my eyes following his every move.
I sat because my legs were about to give out on me. Where were all those words I said I was going to throw at his head? Where was that rage that had got me through the day? All gone.
He dragged his tie from around his neck before moving to the closet. What was he doing in there? I didn’t understand why he was carrying my silk scarves when he came back into the room, but I wised up real quick when he grabbed my hands and wrapped his tie around them.
Too late, I should’ve ran while he was in the closet but I feared what he would do if I tried. This was not a man you disobeyed on a good day, and in this mood I had no idea what to expect.
“What are you going to do?” I was just a little bit more afraid when he didn’t answer. This silence wasn’t like the others. There was an underlying menace that did not bode well for yours truly.
He tore my shirt in half and tossed it across the room before attacking my jeans my and ordering me to step out of them. I did it in mute fear. As soon as I was naked he pulled me around to face him and took my face in his hand roughly.
I waited for him to say something but he just looked at me as if he were giving himself time to calm down. Once it seemed like he had himself back under control, he pushed me back onto the bed and positioned me so that my head was nearly touching the headboard.
There was a wild tic in his jaw as he used one of my scarves to tie my bound hands to a rung in the head of the bed.
Next he moved onto my feet. By the time he was done, I was left spread eagle on the bed with my legs spread open wide and my arms bound together over my head. I watched him as he stood up from the bed and removed the rest of his clothes
He was hard, very hard, and boy was he angry. It was evident in the way he moved. His eyes when he climbed over my body was dark. I jumped when he lowered his head and placed a kiss over my navel. Oh, okay. I started to relax when I thought this was all he would do. But why did he call it punishment? Or will that come later?
He worked his way down my body with his mouth and fingers bringing me to fever pitch and then pulling back each time. I wanted to beg him for release, but that training kicked in and I endured his torment.
I wasn’t expecting it when his mouth was suddenly gone and I felt him shove into my body. There was none of his usual finesse as he took me roughly. My body responded as it always did. I was at the brink in seconds but once again he stopped. Frustration wracked my body as I tried to reach orgasm on my own, moving on and off the hard flesh that speared my body.
His hand came back around my neck. “Stop.” I stopped immediately and stared into his furious eyes. He started moving again, his finger finding my clit and pressing down. The fever built again and again he stopped.
My body was in agony. I needed release, needed to relieve the pressure that was like a time bomb ready to detonate. He got to work on my nipples next, biting them just a little harder than the norm and fire shot through my veins and settled between my thighs.
“Please.” I couldn’t take it anymore. Even if he raged at me for breaking the rules, I was willing to take that risk. “Shut up.” He dropped my nipple long enough to bark at me before going back to his sweet torture.