Total pages in book: 211
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
I gasp, and his hand is on my breast, his lips on my neck. He does it again, a squeeze and smack. It stings, but for reasons I don’t even understand I want him to do it again. “We’re going to start slow,” he says. “I’m going to spank you while I fuck you.” He rotates me to face the bed. “Hands and knees.”
This time I smash my nerves, and do as he says. He follows me on to the mattress, his hands on my hips, sliding over my backside, his finger pressing inside me. I arch my back and his cock slides along the slick heat of my sex. He’s so very hard, and I pant as he enters me, driving deep. That’s when he smacks my backside, and before I can even register the sting, he’s driving into me again. Another palm, and each time the sting intensifies, and oh God it hurts and feels so good, when he pumps into me harder. I lose reality. There is just his hand and his cock, and pleasure.
I’m so on edge, and when he rolls me to my side, him behind me, his hand on my breast, I grab it and hold it to me. He thrusts again, and it’s all over. I tumble over, shattering in a crazy, intense quaking of my body. He groans near my ear, and quakes right along with me.
When it’s over, emotions turn my throat to cotton and my eyes burn. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He kisses my neck and says, “I’ll get you something.”
He rolls away from me and that’s when the emotions kick up another ten notches. I want to move and try to shake it off, but I can’t. Not with the dampness between my legs and eyes that might spill over. I suck in a breath and will my tears under control. He’ll think I can’t handle anything but vanilla and that’s not it. I liked it. I did. I don’t why I’m like this.
He returns and lays in front of me, pressing a towel between my legs and then cupping my face and pulling my gaze to his. “You aren’t okay, are you?"
“I am, I swear. I liked it. I’m just trembling and kind of emotional. And I know you held back. I know that was too like what we did in the hotel room.”
“I was not holding back, but pushing you too hard is pushing you away, and I have no desire to do so, Harper. And it was not just like when we were in your hotel room. And as for how you feel, the emotions are created by the adrenaline,” he says, grabbing a pillow and sliding it under my head and his. “It’s why people like it. It takes you away from everything and then forces the stress away. It becomes addictive.”
“I see.”
“If you let me spank you, over my lap, really spank you, you’ll probably meltdown after. At least the first time.”
I gape. “Over your lap?”
He laughs, one of his deep, sexy laughs and says, “Yes. And don’t look so shocked. I promise you, you will like it.”
“And what do you get out of it?”
“It’s a control thing. I don’t know how to explain it. I can give you just enough pain to feel good, and there’s something really sexy about that. But we don’t have to—”
“No, I did like it. More than anything I liked the intimacy of it with you.”
“The complete lack of barriers,” he says. “That’s what I want with you.” He strokes my cheek. “I’m really sorry about earlier.”
“Me, too. I do not think you are anything like them or I wouldn’t be here.”
“I know. I was just hyped up. In a bad place. And it’s our apartment.” His hand finds my hip and he folds me close. “I don’t want you to leave. Ever.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“Then let’s talk about money. I worked hard for this and I had no one to share it with until you. All it is to me is proof that I am better than a Kingston unless we make it more. Buy what you need and don’t buy the cheap stuff. I want my woman to have anything she wants.”
“I have to make my own money. I want to be a power couple. I want—”
He leans in and kisses me. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“And we already are a power couple. I’m better with you. I know you don’t know that yet, but I do. Now let’s get dressed and go shopping.”
I laugh. “Are you serious?”
“Hell yeah, sweetheart.” He stands up and pulls me with him, his hands slide under my hair and cups my neck. “I’m going to spank you again. Think about it. I will be.”
I smile, and kiss him. “I will be, too.”