Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck, Xane,” I whimper.
Today feels like a dream. I’m doing things I never thought were possible. First the ropes, and now being fucked in the ass while hanging from the ceiling. Why does it feel so good to be so bad?
Xane bucks his hips into my ass. The way he fills me, losing his rhythmic movements and succumbing to absolute abandon, I know he’s getting close to cumming.
His cock is throbbing hard inside me. I feel as though I’m about to have a volcano go off inside of me.
Xane uses his thumb and forefinger to manipulate my clit. I’m shaking the moment he touches the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Come for me,” Xane demands.
My body reacts to his order before my mind can even fully process it. I throw my head back, crying out in ecstasy relief. My asshole clenches tight around his cock.
My spasms trigger his own orgasm. Xane sends cum deep into my ass, filling me to the absolute brim. A few more throbs of his cock send even more splashing out of me onto the floor.
“FUCK! Take all that cum. Take it all, my Gem. Take it all,” he growls.
We both savor our throes of passion together, our bodies working in perfect unison. I can’t believe the amount of cum pouring into me, but I still do my best to roll my hips to coax out every drop I can.
Suspended in the air, I feel as though time has stopped. Nothing in the world matters right now other than this very moment. I don’t know that I have ever felt this complete.
Many moments pass before I get lowered into Killian’s arms. Between them both, the ropes come off swiftly. They didn’t hurt, but my skin is marked with red lines betraying our experiences to the world.
I’ll admit at first I was scared. Not of Xane or Killian, but I do have a fear of falling. But now, coming down from my orgasmic haze, all I can think about is doing it again.
The door to the room opens, and Xane whispers to a petite Japanese woman.
“Take her to the mineral baths and bathe her. Once you’re finished, let me know, and I will take her to her room myself,” Xane says.
I haven’t had someone bathe me since I was a child. For a second, I hesitate, but one look at both men, and I follow the woman with shaky footsteps. I am slowly learning that sometimes others do know best.
Chapter 19
Julia
The thirteen-hour flight has given me some time to rest after being with Xane and Killian.
I trace a fading red line across my ribs in the lavish bathroom of Derek’s jet. I close my eyes and wistfully recall the feeling of being suspended in silk ropes.
There’s a tap on the door.
“Love? Touchdown is imminent, and, unless you’re inviting me in, I’d like to get back on the ground. Hate flying in these bloody things,” Derek’s charming accent floats through the thin wooden door.
“Be right out,” I call.
I splash some cool water on my face. I haven’t flown this much since I hired my first assistant. Hell, I haven’t been out of the city in the last four years.
My fingers itch to get back to my computer and document my trip so far, but I recall the time I’ve been having, the beach and the spa…
I’m going to have to think long and hard about what I actually end up putting in my files for my resorts.
I pull on a sweater, slightly reluctant to cover the lovely marks on my body, and open the door. Derek has his seatbelt fastened and is currently enjoying a scotch on the rocks, but he still looks a little uneasy.
Xane is also seated and looks just as uncomfortable, his dark brows furrowed. He has spent most of the flight on his feet; the plush seats seem to be a little too cozy for his personal taste.
“Comfy?” I ask. Both of them smile at me.
Derek raises his glass. “To Terra Firma,” he says, then takes a long swallow of his scotch. A red-headed girl sneaks in next to him and refills his glass.
“I, too, will be glad to be back on the ground. Derek’s jet is a little…overdone, for my taste,” Xane says softly. “Please sit, Gem.”
A fluttery sensation starts in my belly, and my knees feel a little weak as I sink into another plush chair. The same red-head quickly fastens my seatbelt and disappears into the crew cabin.
After a few minutes, we land. Through the window, I see the hills rising around the airstrip. They are dusted with glistening white snow, and the air is sharp and dry as the door opens.
I’m glad Derek told me to bundle up on the plane as the three of us dash to his green roadster.
“Gotta love a topless woman,” Derek teases, holding the passenger door open for me. “Julia, meet Lucy. The old girl will take us to our wildest fantasies.”