Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Is she wondering what I’m doing? I don’t usually undress for her, though I did the last time. But that was so she could watch me. See me.
This time?
This time I’m doing it to tease her.
This time, it’s part of the punishment I have planned.
Once I’m completely unclothed, I advance toward the bed, to her. I straddle her for a moment, sliding my cock head through her slick folds.
Fuck, that feels good.
“So wet, Skye,” I say.
She closes her eyes, grabbing fistfuls of the comforter.
She’s waiting. Waiting for me to plunge into her.
And fuck, I want to. I want to sink inside her pussy more than I want my next breath.
But not tonight. I grab hold of my hard cock.
She opens her eyes.
Instead of fucking her, I’m masturbating as I stare at her, my gaze locking with hers.
“Wouldn’t you rather be doing that inside me?” she says.
“Of course I would,” I say, “but I have a very vivid imagination.”
She squeezes the covers in her fists again. This is her punishment. She has to watch me get off while she gets nothing.
Her hips are moving, and she forces them to stop.
“I can feel the inside of your pussy,” I say. “So tight and warm.”
I’m embellishing, of course. Pleasuring myself is nothing compared to being embedded inside Skye. But it’s better than doing nothing at all.
“You’re so hot, Skye.” I increase my tempo. “So hot, so sweet, so tight.”
“Damn it, Braden!” She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Oh no,” I say. “You don’t get off that easily. Open your fucking eyes.”
She obeys. I knew she would. I’m her master in the bedroom. She already gave me that control. I groan and bite my lower lip.
“Fuck, Skye. Fuck.” I’m jerking rapidly now, and— “Skye!” I release, and my come slides onto her abdomen.
I’m panting, and I finally close my eyes and let go.
I needed this release. Skye has me wound up in so many knots that my head may explode. How can one woman affect me like this?
Easy.
That one woman is Skye Manning.
When my breathing finally slows, I open my eyes.
Oh God…
Skye is rubbing my semen onto her belly as if it’s lotion.
I grit my teeth, already hardening again.
“That’s sexy,” I say, still a bit out of breath. “The way you rub it on yourself.”
She says nothing, but her hand drifts upward to her breast. She gives her nipple a little pinch, lets out a moan, and lifts her hips.
“Nipples need some attention?” I ask.
“Yes. Please.”
I lower myself, closer, closer, closer…
Then I dart out my tongue and lick her right nipple. She squirms beneath me, arching her back, looking for more. But I roll over on the bed, my back to her.
It takes all my willpower. Her fucking nipples are like velvet under my tongue.
“I never took you for a tease,” she says.
“I’m not teasing you, and you know it.”
It’s not a tease. It’s a punishment.
She says nothing.
She knows.
Chapter Seventeen
I rise with the sun Saturday morning. Skye is still sleeping, her body a sexy creamy pink, her hair a mass of waves against the pillowcase.
After texting Christopher to come over and pick me up, I start a pot of coffee, and then I head into Skye’s small bathroom to take a quick shower.
As the water pelts down on me, I think about last night. About Skye’s manipulation. About the punishment I meted out.
Damn, it was difficult. So difficult not to give in—to give us both what we desired.
But this is not a game, and she needs to realize that.
I squirt some of her raspberry shampoo—her hair always smells so amazing—into my palm and scrub my hair and scalp. Then I squeeze body wash into her loofah and wash myself all over. Once I’m clean, I stand under the water for a few more moments, letting relaxation wash over me.
Tonight.
Tonight, Skye will meet my father and my brother.
Tonight, I take a woman home.
I’m apprehensive, but I truly want to do this. Even despite her antics from last night.
I draw in a deep breath, step out of the shower, and towel off my hair. Then I wrap a bath sheet around my waist and leave the bathroom. My hair is wet and slicked back.
Skye is awake, lying on her bed, looking better than a lavish breakfast, and…
Fuck. My dick can’t take much more…
A pink vibrator lies next to her.
I cock my head. “Having fun without me?”
“I gave it some thought,” she says, “but it wasn’t working for me.”
I walk over, pick up the vibrator, bring it to my nose, and sniff it.
Skye.
Skye’s juices.
My cock tightens.
“This has been inside you.”
“For a hot second, yeah.”
I’m surprised she doesn’t deny it.
“Why didn’t you finish?”
“Because…I guess I’m just not in the mood.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re lying naked on the bed, your nipples are erect, and your body is flushed warm pink.”
She parts her lips but says nothing.