Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
With a jerky nod, Madison tensed, her lush mouth pressing down to a restrained line. She breathed strictly through her nose, but the sound grew more labored as she inhaled faster. The shuddering of her body and the brutal way she bit her bottom lip told him when she came. So did her forbidden, high-pitched whimper.
Moments later, she exhaled, her shoulders slumping. Her knees nearly gave out.
Matt raised her blindfold. She blinked, lashes fluttering as she lifted her heavy lids. She focused on him with dilated eyes, looking shaky and flattened. God, she was stunning, and he’d die if he couldn’t get inside her soon.
“I tried,” she pleaded.
He knew, and he didn’t refute her. He also didn’t expect ten-minute miracles, but he had to keep pushing.
Matt didn’t reply, merely settled her blindfold back in place. “Come with me.”
Then he eased the headphones over her ears again, took her hand, and guided her back to the cabin. As they stepped inside and he shut the door, she let out a relieved breath, then caught herself and fell silent.
She was learning. Her corrections would have to come much faster, eventually becoming second nature. But as soon as he meted out a bit more punishment for her lapses, he would reward her perseverance and progress.
Once he’d locked up, he turned her to face the door and settled her palms against the warm wood. She leaned into the pose, her body bridged with her arms outstretched while her torso, ass, and legs were completely exposed.
He collared his hand around her throat and breathed against her neck in warning. His other hand drifted down her front, lingering on her nipples. In turn, he plucked and twisted them, then dipped his fingers between her so-swollen folds.
When he grazed her sensitive clit, she gasped, then quickly swallowed the sound.
In response, he stepped back, raised his arm, and whacked her bare ass. His hand tingled.
Beyond an occasional swat, he’d never spanked her pert backside in discipline. They hadn’t even discussed it. Sure, the books he’d read while she slept had been informative and instructive, making it clear that a good paddling was an effective tool in a Dom’s arsenal, but he’d never ventured down that path.
Suddenly, something he’d been unsure about had become imperative—and not simply because she looked fantastic with her pale cheeks perched in the air, soft and waiting. He needed to reinforce the fact they had work to do, and she had progress to make. On the other hand, if she enjoyed this, it wouldn’t break his heart.
Seconds after his palm made contact, the imprint of his hand bloomed on her sweet backside. Matt felt a new addiction coming on.
He reared back and paused, watching for any evidence she intended to safe-word or balk. Madison merely squared her shoulders. The pink imprint of his hand on her left cheek darkened, awakening a sleeping beast inside him. Her beautiful obedience in accepting his discipline jacked him up even more.
Matt swung his palm again, smacking her right cheek this time. Except for her gasp in the otherwise silent room, she gave no outward response.
He paused. Was she merely enduring this or actually enjoying it? He leaned in and studied her, finding her nipples beading harder as a slight tremor shook her.
Despite their grim circumstances, a smile curled his lips at her arousal. She might have an independent streak and want to take care of the people she loved, but she enjoyed handing him her control. Because she trusted him beyond her physical safety?
With that question swirling and her pert cheeks turning an intriguing pink, Matt couldn’t deny his desire to turn her ass a throbbing red. He’d love to see his stamp on her skin and know he’d left his mark. Never mind that it was temporary. He’d love the thought of her feeling him every time she sat and wriggled, her pussy wet for him.
Swallowing down lust and controlling his choppy breathing, he leaned closer, until barely a breath separated them, and lifted the pad from one of her ears. “Green, yellow, or red?”
“Green.”
“You like being spanked, honey?”
“Yes, Matt.”
Her breathy reply said that was an understatement. Grinning, he settled the ear piece in place again, then swatted both cheeks another four times, each harder than the last. He watched the satisfying bloom of color across her backside and her posture shift until she arched toward him in anticipation.
When he’d finished, he fitted his fingers in her slit and lazily petted her clit. She was wetter than ever.
She tensed and fought not to moan at his touch when Matt lifted the earphones and the blindfold away, setting them aside. “You all right?”
“Yes, Matt.”
Her shaky syllable torqued him up even more. “You gave me a good first effort, Madison. You really tried. You learned with each attempt at every new exercise.”