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)
Head tossed back, she lost herself to sensation, to the feeling of Matt’s possession that filled her every time she was with him. He seemed to know exactly what she needed, when she needed it, how she needed it. Not like he could read her mind, but like he truly understood her body and heart.
“Matt…”
“Jesus, I’ve missed you, honey. Trust me?”
She hesitated a split second, then nodded. “Yes, Matt.”
“God, I fucking love you. Don’t move.” From his jeans, he withdrew a pocket knife, then eyed her. “How attached are you to what you’re wearing?”
Why was that question—and its possibility—so hot? “I’m not.”
The filthiest grin stretched across his face as he settled the flat of the blade under the bralette, between her breasts, then turned his wrist and jerked up. Instantly, the cotton shredded, exposing her to the arctic blast of the air conditioner and the heat of his scorching stare.
“Mmm. Your nipples. I dream of these…” He licked each, bathing them with his tongue as if he’d never tasted anything sweeter, then watched as the vent above poured cold air straight onto the damp tips, hardening them even more.
God, she was so acutely sensitive, she could feel every lick and bump of his tongue… Madison gasped, then moaned.
“You look perfect. I’m going to keep them just like this…” Matt hurled himself off the bed long enough to study the row of implements affixed to the wall.
The seconds he studied his choices felt like a year, but he finally returned with a grin and a pair of sturdy metal circles with screws at top and bottom, each maneuvering a flat metallic pad with little spikes.
“What are those?”
But she knew. Her heart skipped a beat with fear even as her womb clenched and her sex gushed.
“Clamps for those pretty nipples. Let’s try them on…” He settled one over her hard tip, then started screwing from both ends.
Slowly, the metal blocks compacted her buds. The little spikes added a delicious bite of pain until she hissed.
Oh, god. She loved it.
“Matt…”
“Look how much wetter you got.” He sounded beyond pleased. “My girl likes a little agony with her suffering, don’t you?”
Admitting he was right was so embarrassing. It wasn’t polite. It wasn’t ladylike. It wasn’t any of the things she’d been raised to be. It certainly wasn’t anything the Pershings would approve of. “Matt…”
“Answer me.”
When he demanded in that voice, he held the key to her body in his hand—and he wielded it ruthlessly. Madison couldn’t resist. “Yes, Matt. So much.”
“I’m here for it. And your honesty deserves a reward.”
Before she could do much more than keen out, he sliced the blade through her underwear at each hip. The scraps of fabric floated away. He tucked the blade in his pocket, then shimmied to the bed between her legs, thumbing her bare clit while he stared as if nothing had ever fascinated him half so much.
“So juicy. So hard. Look at you, honey…”
Sensation jolted through her. Madison writhed. “More. Please, Matt.”
“You beg so sweetly. So beautifully,” he crooned. “All alone in my room the past couple of mornings, I wondered how many times I could make you come in a few hours. Time to find out…”
And he proceeded to learn, tonguing her clit until she detonated once while clawing the air, then a second time while she screamed. Then he removed the clamps. As the blood rushed back into her nipples, he sucked and pinched them ravenously.
Any cooldown from her climaxes disappeared, and when he finally climbed up her limp, damp body, licking his lips and smelling like her, Madison tightened with need all over again.
Why could this man take her apart so easily?
Maybe for the same reason he can fix you. He owns your body. He owns your soul.
He climbed off the bed and tore at his pants impatiently, withdrawing a condom and slapping it on the nightstand. Then, with eyes like an animal of prey, he slinked above her again, lowered his lips to her tender breasts, nipping and sucking, as he fitted his fingers inside her, tips curling up until he hit the spot that made her gasp and her whole body jerk.
“There. That’s mine to exploit…” he insisted in a deceptively soft, low voice. “Let’s take it for a spin.”
Madison wasn’t completely sure what he meant until he rubbed that spot rhythmically, roughly, unrepentantly. The pressure and pleasure built inside her again, but different. This ball of need was heavier, higher, tighter. Blood rushed. Her heartbeat roared. Her entire body convulsed, and she came explosively, wetness streaming in a way she’d never felt. The sensation went on and on and on. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She could only feel and wonder how he’d made her body so completely his and how him treating it like his personal playground could feel this amazing.