Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Her laughter tickles my ears, and my arms involuntarily tighten around her. “I know. And I maybe deserved it a few times.”
“That time you went out with your friends and got in trouble down by the beach?”
She’s giggling against me now, her eyes still bright with tears but now crinkled up with laughter. “You brought me home and threatened to redden my ass if I ever did that again. Oh you were so mad. I felt terrible. But you know, I fantasized about that threat for years.”
“Did you?” Why does this surprise me? She always melted into me when I swatted her ass, even if sometimes she feigned indignation.
“You actually did punish me once,” she tells me.
“Did I?” I can’t remember.
“How can you forget something that’s seared into my memory like that?” she asks, half amused, half angry. “Yeah,” she says. “You know, I write about this now. I get why I was drawn to it. Heck, I get why I’m drawn to it now.”
I hold her in my arms. I could do this forever. Just hold her while she talks to me.
“Yeah? Tell me.”
She opens her mouth, then shuts it again. “Are we still scening?”
The question surprises me, and I feel my brows rise. It isn’t time to reminisce. Not now.
“Yes,” I tell her, letting her go. “Feeling better now?”
She nods, and her eyes shutter a little. “Yes, sir. And I will tell you, just maybe in a little while.”
I question whether or not I should make her obey me. There’s one stray tear on her cheek I wipe with my thumb. And when she looks at me with those beautiful doe eyes of hers, her full lips parted and cheeks bright pink, I can’t help myself. I lean down and brush my lips against hers. She moans into my mouth, and my cock thickens at the sound. Jesus, God I missed this. Chandra’s breathy moans. Her responsive body that craves my touch, my dominance. Her soft, sweet body yielding to mine. My body remembers this, how right and good and natural this is.
I’m suddenly aware of her skirt that’s tucked up at her waist, and the heat of her skin against mine and the way her full breasts heave against my chest. I groan into her mouth when her tongue laces against mine. I grip her scorching hot ass in one hand and brace her with the other, but I need more. My lips punish hers with the heat of a thousand past hurts, branding her for being the temptation that broke me, that breaks me now. I reach for her dress and yank it up further, palming a full breast before I tweak her nipple to punish her more. But this is a sweet, seductive punishment.
I can’t do this with her again. I took advantage of her once. I refuse to allow myself to do it again.
It takes every bit of self-control I have to yank my mouth away.
“Why did you leave?” she whispers.
“You told me to go,” I respond, my voice tortured and strangled. Fuck, I don’t want to talk about this now. Not ever.
“You shouldn’t have listened,” she says, but I’m still the damn dom here, and I’m not letting this go.
“Enough.” I silence her with a harsh command. Her lips close tightly, and her eyes flash at me, but she doesn’t disobey.
I let this aftercare get out of control.
We aren’t the people we were back then. We never will be again.
I promised her a day of role play. Fuck if I’m gonna let my weakness keep me from doing exactly what I said I would.
“We’re moving on,” I tell her. I weave my fingers through her thick, black, fragrant hair and pull her head back. When my cock twitches at the way her mouth parts and her pupils dilate, I welcome the punishment. I ache to fill her, to plunge into her to the hilt and take what’s mine. But I won’t. I lost that privilege. I’ll torture myself by meeting her needs and neglecting my own, but I’ll remember. Let it cleanse me.
Holding her hair in hand, I lean in and grate against her ear. “Back on your knees.”
She falls to her knees, both apprehension and excitement written in her features.
“Good girl,” I approve. “Kneel the way I instructed you.”
She’s clumsy, nearly tipping over, and she frowns at me. I lean down and help her by placing her in position. When she kneels like a good little sub, I smile at her.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” I stand and walk to where I have a stash of new equipment at my disposal. I palm a delicate pair of lavender clamps and a jeweled plug.
If she wants to see what this is like, I’ll show her.
She’s keeping position, but her eyes follow my every move, and when she sees the metal toys in my hands, her eyes go impossibly wide and her lips part.