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)
The woman is looking at the photographer, her lips slightly parted, full, and painted dark.
She is tied up and eager to please whoever bound her.
I’ve seen Skye’s lips parted in that exact same way—that way that says take me. Take me, please.
The beauty in this image is knowing there’s only one way to fuck her when she’s bound this way.
Her mouth.
Those dark lips are parted, and they’re waiting for a cock to fill them.
Skye trails one hand under the robe to cover her breast.
Oh. My. God.
I can’t see what she’s doing to herself, but I can imagine.
She flicks her nipple.
Pinches it.
Twists it.
I grow harder.
Then she turns the page of the book.
Another naked woman, this time in color. She’s on a hardwood floor, and she lies in a mermaid position, her ass to the camera. She leans on one arm, and the other arm is bound tightly, upper arm to forearm, in an intricate knotted cuff. The cuff is attached to a braided rope that goes around her waist. Her calves are bound as well, also intricately, ending around the stiletto heels of her black pumps, which, other than the rope, are all she wears.
Skye has no way of knowing this, but she’s stumbled upon one of my favorite photos in this book.
It’s not the mermaid, though mermaids are hot.
It’s not even the intricate knot work or the stiletto heels.
It’s her ass to the camera.
It makes me think about taking a woman anally, which is one of my favorite acts. It’s a dominant act, but it’s also a caring act. It requires trust on the woman’s part.
And it requires me, the Dominant, to be fully aware of my partner’s needs.
Perhaps I was hasty in my judgment that Skye isn’t ready for the club. She’s clearly aroused by these photos, and…
God, so am I.
I adjust my groin. “See anything you like?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Skye closes the book quickly. “I wasn’t…”
“Yes, you were. Don’t lie to me, Skye.”
She looks down at the book lying on the floor. “Your library is beautiful.”
“Thank you. I like it.”
“So…I guess I should take a shower.” She rises.
“I don’t think so,” I say. “I think I’d like to fuck you right here in my library, among all these books.”
She parts her lips.
Fuck, those lips.
“God, you have the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen.”
I yank the bathrobe off her, and in a second, it’s a white puddle on top of the Turkish rug.
Her eyebrows are raised, her mouth agape. She has questions. Lots of questions about what she saw in this book. She doesn’t have to say it. I already know.
“I’ll answer all your questions, Skye, but first I’m going to take what I need. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you caressing your breasts while looking at that book?”
“Yes,” she says.
Yes.
She does know.
She always knows what she does to me…and she likes it. She loves what she does to me.
I grab her hand and lead it to the bulge inside my trousers. “I haven’t slept in twenty-four hours, and I’m exhausted. No other woman could get me hard under these circumstances. Do you know that?”
“No. I mean… Yes, I guess.”
Oh, Skye… You little minx. We both know that you know.
“You guess?” I push her hand farther into my crotch, and my cock threatens to combust. “Do you seriously think I could be lying to you?”
“No. Of course not.”
“On your knees,” I say gruffly. “Take out my cock and suck it.”
Is she thinking, as I am, about the black-and-white image in the book? Where the woman’s mouth is open and ready to be fucked?
She drops to her knees quickly and unbuckles my belt. She slides my pants and boxer briefs over my hips, and my dick springs out, complete with a drop of pre-come emerging. She licks the tip.
I groan, and she looks up at me.
“Do you do those things, Braden?”
“Damn it, Skye. We’ll talk later. Right now, I want my cock in your hot little mouth.”
She doesn’t question me further. She takes me into her mouth about three-quarters of the way before she pulls back. I groan. When I grab her hair and show her the rhythm I prefer, she doesn’t hesitate. This isn’t a blow job. This is me fucking her mouth. With a blow job, she’s in control. With a mouth fuck, I am.
I’m in control.
The soft sucking and slapping sounds dance around us. My cock head hits the back of her throat with about every other thrust, and she takes it. She takes it because it’s what I want.
Because she wants what I want.
I thrust and I thrust, and soon I’m close to release. “Damn it, Skye. Going to come. Going to come in your mouth. Fuck!” I ram into her and pulse as I release.
She takes it all. All of me, as I spew my hot come down her throat.