Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
To anyone watching the surveillance feed, she might look like a woman having a wonderfully sublime dream. But this was a torment from the hottest depths of Matt’s mind—and she loved every minute of it.
“Such a good girl. Keep your legs under the blanket but spread them as wide as you can, like you’re going to show me what’s mine and the ways you torment yourself at my command. For my pleasure.”
Her heart hammered, and her breath stuttered as she raced to obey.
“Fuck, that’s pretty. One, honey. Now stroke that pussy. Unravel yourself for me while I watch. Don’t stop until I say so.”
For a fleeting, belated moment, Madison thought she should feel embarrassed or ashamed or self-conscious. But she didn’t. Not with Matt. And since he might stop her self-pleasure at any moment, she didn’t dare waste time with rumination she could indulge in later.
Instead, she cleared everything from her head except the shock of sensation the instant she started circling her clit again. Since he didn’t indicate a cadence or pressure, she chose the one she enjoyed most. After all, he’d said to unravel herself…and nothing sent her there faster than the way she stroked herself now, imagining him deep, deep inside her.
In moments, she realized she’d made a grave mistake. The slow ramp up, followed by the horrible, lip-biting moments of denial, had made her even more sensitive. After a few flicks of her fingers, she was hanging onto the edge of her sanity by a dangerously thin thread.
“Stop.”
That whiplike demand stung. It seized her. It bent her spine. It made her keen out in protest. But she did as she was told. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes while her body shook in need.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate. Does it hurt? Do you ache for me? Mmm, I can tell you do. Isn’t that delicious? Five.” He breathed roughly in her ear. “Four.” He paused, and she ached to feel his hands and his mouth on her—anywhere, everywhere, in any way. “Three. Get your fingers on that clit. Be ready. Two. Should I get to one? I know you want me to, but maybe I’m not done playing with you…”
This countdown was every bit as slow as the last one, but it hurt twice as bad. Matt could read her body. He knew exactly how to make her twist in agony and suffer for every scrap of pleasure he gave her. If he didn’t let her unleash all this terrible need he’d built up, Madison didn’t know what she’d do. He’d already stripped her soul bare. She had no shame, just an unceasing, writhing need for him.
“All right,” he said softly. “One.”
She raced to settle her fingers on her clit again. As she circled and her pleasure spiraled, her heart thudded, mingling with the cacophony of her racing blood and the sizzle of her skin. God, he was ruining her. She’d never even be able to masturbate again without thinking of him.
“Madison? Come for me. But you can’t make a sound.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before the ache between her legs coiled into a swirling geyser of urgency threatening to take her under once and for all. In desperation, she rolled to her side with her fingers still buried between her legs, manipulating herself through the never-ending euphoria while she cried out into a throw pillow. Her body melted and reformed again into a woman who could never belong to any man except Matt.
The blistering ecstasy seemed to go on forever. Her heartbeat rattled in her ears. Spots danced behind her eyes. Time lost all meaning until finally…finally the grip of rapture released her. She let out a ragged breath, her body falling limp.
“That’s a good girl. Now open your eyes.”
She turned onto her other side, toward him, and lifted her lashes. He was now an outline in the shadowy room, lit only by the city’s ambient light. “Matt…”
Even through the near darkness, his burning eyes caressed her as if nothing and no one would ever be more important to him. “I love you.”
Tears pricked Madison’s eyes. He’d given her what she needed—release, respite, and a part of himself. But before she could return the sentiment or ask him about his pleasure, he killed the music. Then he set the remote on the coffee table beside her untouched wine. The sudden silence, broken only by her still-harsh breaths and her aching need to convey her love to him, jarred her.
“Good nap?” he asked wryly for the cameras.
“Very.”
“You should probably go to your room, take a shower, and sleep.”
That was it? She’d known she wouldn’t be able to touch him, and that hurt like a physical ache. “But—”
“No buts. You need rest. It’s been a long day.”
And tomorrow would be even more taxing. Todd would come home at some point. No doubt, he’d watch the surveillance feed from his hours away. He might not be able to prove what she and Matt had done this evening, but he would be suspicious. After all, they hadn’t behaved as carefully as they should. Chances were, Todd would come pounding on her door then, itching to pick a fight. That was just how he rolled.