Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
She felt her nipples tighten. “I think you should show me, Sir.”
His lips curled up in the sexiest smirk. “I think you’re right. We should begin.”
An hour later, Daisy was absolutely certain she was going to die. “Sir, please. Please.”
“I am pleased,” he replied, holding the vibrator in his hand and watching as she writhed on the bench.
He’d started his torture with a damn feather. He’d run it over her skin, leaving a trail of arousal everywhere he’d gone. He’d balanced it with a violet wand, sparking it across her skin and making her squirm. Every now and then he would touch the wand to her nipples, and she would bite back a scream. Then he would lean over and lick her and she would forget to breathe.
After a while, he’d brought her off the hook and tied her to the bench, her ass in the air and leaving her so fucking vulnerable to him. That was when he’d brought out the cane. It had been flexible and thin, and it had cracked over her like a revelation.
He would give her a few swats and then the man dropped to his knees and gave her a few licks. With his tongue. On her pussy. He would lick her until she was so close to heaven and then she would feel him move away and the pain would flare over her skin and he would start the process all over again.
And again.
And again.
After a while on the bench, he’d picked her up like she weighed nothing and moved her over to the bed.
Then he’d brought out the vibrator.
“I’m very pleased, love,” Nate said, his fingers trailing down her torso. He circled her right nipple before giving it a nasty tweak. “You’ve taken everything I’ve given you.”
“You could give me more.” She’d been on the edge of orgasm more times than she could count. Every time she thought she would go off, he pulled away. Like he knew. Like he truly saw her. Like they were connected somehow.
He flicked the body wand on, the sound making her pussy clench. He stared at her for a moment as though memorizing the way her body looked, how it felt to be in this moment.
Needy. Wanton. Anticipation filling her whole world.
This was what she’d needed for so long, and now that she had it she wondered how she was ever going to live without it.
He moved in. “I want you to give me everything you have, Dee. I want all of it, and then tell me I can have you.”
Again, not a question, but as much as she would get from a top like him. “Please, Sir. Please have me.”
She wanted his cock more than she wanted her next breath, but beyond that she wanted connection to this man. Being here with him fulfilled so damn many of her fantasies. It would have to be enough since they only got this one night. She would dream about him for the rest of her life.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Her arms were over her head, wrists still bound, and now she was as taut as a bowstring, every muscle waiting to go off. She spread her legs for him and felt the sweet pang of vulnerability. She couldn’t guard herself here. He’d told her the mask was helping her to play a role, but he didn’t understand how much of her secret self was here in this bed with him, a piece of herself she’d never shared with anyone else.
She worried she might never be able to share this part again.
Daisy felt the first hum of the vibrator, and it was all she needed. He’d been priming her for this for what felt like hours. All the sweet torture he’d lavished on her body prepped her for an orgasm like none she’d had before. It rolled over her, making her gasp and writhe on the bed as he stroked her clit again and again.
Then he tossed the vibe aside, and she watched as he shoved his leathers down and his cock sprang free. His cock was built to size. Nate Carter was six foot seven and massive and his cock was huge. She wanted to stroke him, to play with that monster cock and make him crazy, but her hands were tied, and it looked like her Sir was done playing.
He rolled a condom on and stepped between her legs. Then he slowly reached up and took off his mask, revealing his handsome, rugged face. “Dee, my name is Nathan. I want you to know I don’t have any intention of letting you leave this club.”
Before she could protest—she probably wouldn’t have in the moment since it felt way too good to have him want her—he started to work his cock inside.
Daisy groaned as he thrust in gentle motions, giving her time to get used to his size. She stared up at him, wishing she could get her arms around him, wishing they could stay in this moment forever. They were too far apart. He was standing at the edge of the bed, tilting her hips for easier access, but she wanted him closer.