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)
“C’mere,” he says gruffly. He tugs me onto his lap. “Never could stand to see you sad.”
“I’m not sad,” I protest, but it’s a lie. I’m devastated.
“You were a minute ago.” I lean into his strong embrace. He smells so damn good. I let myself be held, and I nuzzle my cheek against the softness of his shirt. When I’m quiet, I can hear his heartbeat. “Can you tell me what the bad dream was?”
I want to. God, I want to. It was his baby, too, and he deserves to know the truth.
But I can’t. Not now. Tonight, I’ll go home, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever see him again. Telling him about the baby will bring back a connection neither one of us is ready for and memories I’m not ready to face. We can’t do it. Not now. Maybe not ever.
I shake my head. “Alright, then, babe,” he says. His grip tightens.
“So,” I say, needing to lighten the mood. “Are you staying here tonight?”
“Maybe. Thinking about it. I want to be here in case anyone comes. We’re closed, but I think it’s probably for the best.” He shrugs. “My place is boring anyway.”
“Oh.” Suddenly, my need to get home isn’t so strong as it was before. “Axle?” It feels weird calling him that, but it’s growing on me.
“Yeah?” The rumble of his voice travels over my skin, and I pull a little closer.
“Can we finish this session?”
His laugh is like the low beat of a bass drum, rhythmic, soothing, and a little intimidating and I flush pink.
“Finish as in, you need to climax?”
My mouth goes dry, and I’m suddenly super embarrassed. “I didn’t say—”
“Yeah, babe,” he interrupts. “We can finish.” Releasing me, he points to a corner of his room and orders in a sharp command. “Go kneel and wait for me.”
Wait for me.
Why does that make my pulse spike? And I can’t believe I’m still completely naked in front of him. This is crazy.
I jump when his palm cracks against my ass, reigniting my need. “Ow!”
“You say ‘yes, sir.’”
I rub my stinging ass with a little pout. “Yes, sir.”
I go to the corner of the room that’s dark in shadow and notice a little bookshelf and armchair I didn’t see before. This is almost like a little sitting room. Glancing quickly at the bookshelf, it doesn’t surprise me the titles are non-fiction and spiritual. This is his room, after all.
I kneel as he’s instructed me, my head bowed, so fully conscious of his eyes on me. I take a deep breath in and release it, doing what he told me to before. Letting it all out.
A flash of my memory comes to me again, but I shove it away. No. That was in the past. All of it was. I’m here now researching my book in the most visceral way possible. Right. That’s it.
He prowls behind me, tapping something against his palm.
“In position.”
My spine goes ramrod straight but I keep my head bowed and my hands in my lap.
Something cool trails along my naked ass, but the sound of metal on metal makes me freeze. My breath freezes in my lungs. My chest constricts. My pulse races like thundering hooves. What is that sound behind me? He likes keeping me in a state of suspense like this.
I consciously let out a breath. Hell, maybe I like it, too.
This. This is what I need.
I shiver when he slides something around my neck, then clicks it in place, but I know that if I move my head, he’ll spank me with whatever’s tapping on his palm. When he tugs, I feel what’s on my neck. He’s collared and chained me.
“Just like that,” he says. “Hold your chain.” He places the length in my hand but doesn’t walk away. When he brushes something along my inner thigh, a little shudder courses through me.
“Sir?”
“Relax, Chandra,” he says. “Part your legs.”
Holding my chain, I do as he says and part my legs, shaking a little. “Good girl. Just like that.”
Something smooth and cool is gliding along my folds. I close my eyes. It’s so personal, so private, but I’m still primed from being aroused before. I whimper and try to maintain my position. He’s positioning something over my swollen, throbbing parts.
“Keep this here,” he says, taking my hand and positioning it over the device in my hand that vibrates and hums. To my shock, it suckles my clit and I convulse with the power of it.
“Oh my God.”
“Quiet, Chandra,” he commands. “Be a good girl now.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper. I’m holding the thing in place when he tugs my collar, and my eyes fly open. The little machine in my hand sucks and vibrates and I whimper, grinding my hips. It feels so damn good but it’s so intense.
“Sir?” my voice is hoarse, choked.