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)
“Pretty,” he growled suddenly. “Now…stop.”
Her breath caught. She complied, but the ache between her legs surged and throbbed. She pressed her lips together to hold in a whine.
“Start again but more slowly. Torment yourself for me.”
As much as she hated it, Madison loved it, too. She couldn’t do anything except cede to his demands.
“I love to see you aroused for me. So beautiful. So fuckable. I’ll bet you’re dripping.” He paused. “Now rub a little faster. Yes, work yourself up. While you’re at it, lift your free hand to your nipples. They’re hard, aren’t they? Give them each a pinch.”
Her breath shuddered in and out of her body as she complied, nipping each tip between her thumb and forefinger.
“No. Squeeze them hard. Make yourself feel it—then apply more pressure. That’s my mouth on them, my teeth at them.”
If she did what he was demanding…oh, god. The faster pace of her fingers between her legs had already ignited a fire she worried she couldn’t put out alone. But if he made her pinch them until they stung and throbbed—
“Now, Madison. Don’t be a bad girl. If you keep me waiting, there will be consequences.”
Shifting under the blanket, she swallowed down a whimper of desperation and squeezed her nipples mercilessly, one after the other. Lightning crashed through her system. A gasp escaped. Her heels dug into the sofa.
“Yes. Fuck. So pretty. Shove your fingers inside my cunt and rub where it feels best.”
Madison did, her toes curling and flexing as she stifled a moan and tried to keep her reactions off her face. She knew her cheeks were turning red. They felt hot. Her whole body was tense and ready to explode. Thank god the sun had set by now, and she’d never turned on any lights in the apartment.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers. Are you soaked now? Craving my cock? I’ll bet you are. Look at you. Gorgeous…”
The way Matt said the words made her feel beyond beautiful, like a queen on a throne he’d made just for her. When she hit her G-spot, she twisted. A cry escaped. She quickly slammed her mouth shut to kill the sound.
But not quickly enough.
“Stop.”
His demand cut like a knife. She was seconds from a climax she needed almost as much as her next breath, and he was refusing her?
“Do I need to remind you that I didn’t give you permission to come?”
That disapproving note in his voice both unsettled and electrified her.
“Let me see your fingers. Lay your hands on top of the blanket, just above your tits.”
Despite the fact her fingers were glistening wet? Probably because of it…
“I’m waiting, and not patiently. And don’t you dare rub them clean on anything.”
Panting, she complied. The way he vacillated between indulgent lover and stern Dominant confused her. But it thrilled her, too.
“Look at how wet those fingers are for me. I’m taking a mental picture for my spank bank. Mmm. You get me so fucking hard. I love seeing you touch yourself because I told you to, especially because I know you’re thinking of me.” His low, dirty laugh seeped under her skin and set her blood on fire again. “Now put your fingers back on your clit. Set them there. Don’t move.”
He was denying and tormenting her even more? Her heart rattled, and she struggled to breathe. She struggled even harder to comply.
“Five. Four. Three.” He dragged in a rough breath, then hesitated. “No. We’re going too fast. Let’s do this slowly…”
Was he counting down the seconds until she could stimulate her needy clit again? Oh, god. She felt the heat of her fingers above her aching flesh. Every time her heart beat, her greedy bundle of nerves throbbed. She just needed a tiny bit more friction to reach cataclysm and see the stars.
And he knew it.
“We need to start over. Five.” He paused far longer than an instant. “Four. I think you want to be fucked hard and without mercy. If I’m right, bite that pretty, pouty lip.”
Madison rushed to obey, biting down until she feared she’d drawn blood.
“That’s what I thought. Three. Two. Ready to beg? If you want to play with what’s mine, you’re going to have to.”
Damn it, would he ever get to one and let her touch herself again?
“Not today. Not tomorrow,” he went on as if she had all the time in the world before she spontaneously combusted. “But next time I have you completely alone and you’re all mine, you’ll plead for my cock until your knees hurt and your throat is raw. If you agree to my terms, blink slowly.”
That sounded wonderful and terrible and exhilarating, and Madison wouldn’t miss it for the world. She lifted her lashes before letting them flutter down to her cheeks again. Imagining all the ways he might torture her with spine-bending denial before he finally granted her climax, a smile flitted across her lips.