Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Nina, I need your words.” He nipped at her earlobe. “Do you like that? Do you like me twisting your pretty little nipples? They’re pink right now, but I think they’ll be gorgeous when I’ve licked and sucked and bit them. They’ll be ruby red.”
“I like it very much, Sir.”
He twisted her nipples again. “Watch it in the mirror. Watch how you respond to me.”
She forced herself to obey, though she wanted more than anything to close her eyes and let the moment take over. But obedience was part of the agreement—even if they didn’t actually have a formal agreement. She did as he asked, and the sight of those gorgeously callused hands on her skin made her tighten in anticipation. The fact that he was completely dressed and she was barely clothed did something for her. It made her feel sexy, like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her, so he’d stripped her down and hadn’t bothered with his own clothes. It let her know that penetration wasn’t the only thing on his mind.
It let her know he wanted to play and there were rules to the game—but there was also so much to win, and if she played right, there were no losers.
“You like a nip of pain?” He was staring at her in the mirror, his head up and eyes locked on hers.
She nodded. “I do. I like the sensation. I like the crispness of it, and then the heat that takes over. If you’re serious about having sessions at night while we’re at the retreat, I like a flogger with a little sting to it.”
He grinned, a sexy expression. “I can handle that for you. Now tell me you won’t give me hell about wearing my ring.”
He was a manipulative bastard. “I’ll wear whatever you want me to wear and you’ll do what I tell you to do if the bullets start flying. That’s the deal, Malone.”
His right hand started to make its way down her body, the pads of his fingers skimming over her skin and making her tighten with anticipation. “I will honor that agreement. Now you hold still.”
She watched him through the mirror as his hand slipped under the waistband of her knickers and disappeared.
“Have I told you how pretty your pussy is?”
The words were as much of a caress as the pad of his finger sliding over her. She had to catch her breath and force herself to be still for him. She could feel the hard line of his erection against her ass, the buttery soft denim of his jeans sliding against her legs because he wasn’t under the same rules as she was. He wasn’t still. He moved his hand, starting to explore the planes and valleys of her sex. His free arm held her tight so his hips could start a slow rhythm.
He groaned, a rumble against her ear. “You’re already wet for me. You want to know how I knew you were a sweet sub? This. When I told you what I wanted from you, when I took control and you realized I was going to be good for you, this honey started to flow for me.”
He was right about that. She usually took far longer to warm up. The previous night she’d written it off as it had been a long time and she’d needed the sex.
She was lying to herself. It was all about this one man. They had that elusive thing she’d started to think only existed in books and movies. They had real chemistry, the kind that revved her up and made her body hum when he walked into a room. She was drawn to him, and it was about more than his incredible body and gorgeous face. There was a warmth to the man that called to her, a sweetness and willingness to put himself out there that made her want to protect him.
He was brave with his heart, and she wanted that in her life.
But right now all she wanted was more of what he was giving her.
“That’s it. You relax and let me take care of you. We don’t have to worry about anything in this place but pleasure and connection.” He nipped her earlobe, causing her to gasp and squirm. His free hand came up to twist her nipple, sending a thrill of erotic pain through her. “Be still. Take what I give you.”
He was giving her so much. He was going to give her an orgasm, and she wasn’t sure she could hold back.
Did it matter? In her world it probably did, but she was in his world and he didn’t care who heard her.
Why should it matter?
She let go of everything but how he could make her feel.
Sexy. Powerful.
Beloved.
She shook off that last word because it wasn’t somewhere she was willing to go yet. Maybe never. But the rest of it was beyond tempting. This was what had been missing in her other D/s relationships. She hadn’t been able to totally let go with another Dom. It had always been there in the back of her mind that she needed to protect herself.