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)
Madison dragged in a shaky breath, processing his words. He was right, and she had to get over this fear that gripped her heart or they would have nothing.
“I know.”
He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. “Look on the bright side. We’re in the perfect place to work on our trust, honey. And I’ve already got you half restrained.”
His sly smile stole her breath. “Matt…”
“From breathy to panting in a heartbeat. I think you being here and putting yourself in my care is exactly what we both need.” He climbed off the bed and slid her shorts down her hips, past her thighs, then tossed them to the floor. Then he looked up her body, his grin even wider. “Look at you. I’ve barely touched you, and those panties are already soaked and clinging to your pussy.”
A shocking mix of shame and desire crashed through her. She bit her lip and looked up at him with desperate eyes.
He didn’t respond by climbing on top of her or even touching the part of her that ached for him most. He grabbed her ankle and secured it into a padded cuff so quickly, she barely had time to gasp. “Matt?”
“How long have you been this wet?”
“I-I don’t know,” she lied. The truth was too embarrassing.
Displeasure crossed his face as he crawled on the bed, pushing her one free leg as wide as she could stretch. Then he made himself at home between her thighs. “Should I show you how I punish liars? Bad girls don’t get to come…”
And now that they were alone, so close, and his stare was fixed on her sex? She needed the climaxes he was so capable of giving.
“Have you touched your pussy since that night on the sofa?”
“No.” She’d thought about it, but every time she’d closed her eyes and sneaked a hand between her legs, Matt had been in her head, the master of her body, reminding her that her pussy was his and that he hadn’t given her permission to play with what he considered his. She was so frustrated and achy. Madison held in a whine.
“So…you need it?” he asked silkily, dragging his thumb over her wetness.
As much as Madison hated to admit it and give him more power, she couldn’t help herself. “Yes.”
“Oh, that little cry in your voice makes me so hard. I spent all last night in front of your door, swearing that I could feel you breathing and needing me through the walls and fantasizing about all the ways I was going to strip you down, jack you up, and make you come apart for me. You want that?”
“Yes.” Now she was gasping, and she didn’t care. In fact, she couldn’t seem to focus on anything except his hypnotic voice and his insistent thumb petting the pad of her pussy over and over.
“Then let’s try this again. Last chance… How long have you been this wet?” His stare warned her she’d better be honest.
“Since I first laid eyes on you at the spa.”
“I’ve been hard for you since then,” he admitted. “What do we do about that? Should I touch your aching clit?”
“Please…”
“Please what?” he barked.
“Please, Matt.”
“Should I let you suck my cock?”
“Please, Matt.”
“Should I fuck that pretty, pretty cunt you just waxed?”
She sent him a startled stare. “You know?”
“I know a lot of things, and I can’t wait to see that baby-bare pussy. You want me to fuck it?”
That probably shouldn’t turn her on, but… “Please, Matt.”
His smile undid her as he lowered his head and swept his lips up her stomach, between her breasts, to brush over her lips with a whisper. “Good girl.”
Then he kissed her, forcing her lips apart and plunging his tongue deep. One hand at her nape forced her to tilt, giving him complete access to her recesses. The other hand drifted down her body to tease her painfully hard nipple with torturously slow strokes.
He unraveled her in seconds, leaving her breathing hard, arching in offering to him, and bucking her hips in a silent plea.
“So my hissing little kitten has retracted her claws and now wants to be petted.” He dragged his lips down her neck, to the swells of her breasts, before breathing over her nipple covered only by the thinnest of cotton.
She shuddered. “Please, Matt.”
“Patience. We’ll get there. We have just over three hours before we have to return to lockup. I’m determined to savor you every minute I can.”
Then he didn’t give her the opportunity to reply before he bit at her nipple over her transparent bralette, plucking and sucking and sending pleasure arcing through her.
Madison twisted up, trying to encourage him to fit more of her needy breast in his mouth and reveling when he fitted one strong arm under her back as if he was desperate to drag her closer. She melted against him, then turned into a puddle when he snarled, wrenched the damp garment from her breast, and all but inhaled her naked nipple against his tongue.