Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
“We’ll begin with my hand.”
Her favorite. He had been paying attention.
“You’re going to like it.” Certainty made his voice rough. “Ask for it.”
“Please, Jax.” Since he still gripped her hair and her wrist, she recognized his strength. Terrifying. Delicious. “Spank me.”
His eyes flared.
He released her suddenly. Within seconds, she was over his lap, breath whooshing from her lungs. Yes. She touched her fingers to the smooth wood floor as anticipation unfurled. He stroked her thighs and buttocks in a warm-up that she’d be fine with skipping.
His first few smacks were gentle, and she shifted restlessly, rising onto her toes and all but pressing her buttocks into his hands.
He chuckled. “I told you I’m in charge.”
The next smack blazed. She went rigid. It damn well hurt. And she exhaled in relief now that he’d established his dominance.
“My speed, princess.”
“Yes, yes. Your speed, Jax.”
Point made, he continued the spanking in a rhythmic, ritualistic way. He covered her skin with kisses of pain, rubbing some away while exploiting others.
Once her brain acknowledged he was trustworthy, she closed her eyes in surrender.
The spanking was the best of her life. He went on forever, holding her tight to keep her in position and making her cry out even as she sighed her satisfaction.
Her mind flew. Worries and stress floated away, as if wrapped in gossamer strands.
She wasn’t even aware that he’d stopped until his voice penetrated her haze.
“Come back, Willow.” He snapped his fingers near her ear, and she shook her head to clear the pink fuzz coating her brain.
After helping her to sit up, he cradled her against him. “You entered subspace?” he asked, tucking wild strands of hair behind her ear.
“I…” She tried to hold up her head but it lolled onto his shoulder. “Uhm.” She giggled.
“Just from that?”
“It doesn’t happen all the time.” She drew in a lazy breath filled with his sexy scent. It might be reckless, but she didn’t want to ever move. “I like it when it does.”
“That can be dangerous with the wrong Dom. You could get seriously hurt, Willow. I won’t permit it.”
Her ass was sore, but in a wonderful way. Because of the way he’d warmed her up, she wouldn’t bruise, even though she wished he’d left marks she could admire for the next few days.
“Are you listening to me?” His tone was a whiplash, forcing her to look at him.
“What?”
With patience, he repeated himself. “Subspace can be dangerous if you’re with the wrong Dom.”
“But I’m with the right one.”
“Holy Christ.”
She smiled and relaxed against him, enjoying his struggle. It might not be nice of her, but she liked knowing she annoyed the sexy billionaire.
Within a few minutes, the objects in the room came into focus. She took a deep breath and sat up, instantly regretting the loss of his comfort and body heat. “That was nice.” She could have stayed snuggled against him forever.
“Is that all it was?”
“No! I mean that’s good, right?”
“Do you know your name?”
“What?” She frowned at him. “Of course.”
“Then you are correct. I haven’t done my job satisfactorily. Please go to the table and unpack my bag.”
Intrigued, she scampered off his lap to unzip his bag. She pulled out sanitizing wipes, a bottle of water, cuffs, clamps, and a gag that he’d said he wouldn’t use on her. Reaching deeper, she extracted a blindfold and the terrifying-looking Wartenberg wheel. When she saw his paddles, she knew he was the Dom for her. One of them looked as if it was supposed to be used for ping-pong. Another was wooden with terrifying holes drilled in it. Unable to help herself, she stuck her fingers through a couple of the small round openings.
“I guessed you would like that one.”
“It looks evil.”
“Which is exactly why I assumed you’d be drawn to it.”
She continued on, laying out each item with precise spacing. By the time she was finished, she’d removed another paddle, along with a tawse, a small flogger, and a dragon’s tail.
“How brave are you?”
Willow’s glance went to the vicious paddle. She was desperate to play with all his toys. One night wouldn’t be enough. Her thoughts reeled when she realized that meant she wanted to see him again.
“Bring it to me.”
She picked it up by the handle and carried it in her upturned palms.
“Thank you.”
The note of approval in his voice as he accepted the offering heated her insides.
“Do you need me to tie you to the bench?”
“No. I give myself over to my Dom. It’s never been a struggle for me to remain in place. But if it’s something that turns you on, it’s not a limit for me.”
“Another time, perhaps.”
Her breath froze. His casual mention of a future meant his thoughts mirrored hers. She didn’t dare voice how much she hoped that came true.
“Please bend over the bench.”
Once she was in position, he asked, “Do I have your permission to touch you over your panties?”