Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Okay. I believe you. I’m assuming you’d like another reward?”
She nodded. “But I do not think I could eat more chocolate.”
Was she telling him she wanted something else from him?
Trees stood and approached, settling his body against hers, then taking her face in hand. “Open your mouth to me, little one.”
Her lips parted instantly, and he was toast. He leaned in, seizing her and sinking into her honeyed depths, stroking against the sweet confection of her tongue.
Hesitantly, she kissed him back, growing progressively bolder with every sweep and each additional inch he claimed as his own. He groaned into her, laving the roof of her mouth before nibbling on her bottom lip, then filling her again with his tongue.
Against the table, she strained to get closer, opening wider, writhing for him, pouring herself into their kiss. Trees spent a timeless moment losing himself in her before he eased back, brushed a kiss across her wet, swollen mouth, then stepped back.
“Will you kiss me again?”
Her request surprised him. He smiled as he sat on the stool. Her pussy was right in front of him, and he swiped a finger through her cleft. Still wet…but not any more than before.
“If you keep being honest, I would love to. If not, expect punishment.”
“What kind?”
Trees sent her a wicked smile. “The kind that will make you beg and squirm.”
Her hips gave a reflexive jerk, as if his words excited her. Trees settled his fingers between her folds again. She was wetter.
The idea of his sensual punishment turned her on? Maybe she’d also enjoy more restraints. That possibility boggled his mind. The first time he’d done it simply to keep her from escaping him in the RV, she’d flipped her shit. Now?
Time to find out.
Trees strolled to the far wall, behind the table, and found a length of silk rope, then he approached the side of the table and attached it to a hook underneath. He watched her face as he draped the length over her abdomen, attached it underneath again, then crisscrossed it between her breasts and ended by laying the soft length over her throat just tight enough for her to feel.
Her breath turned choppy.
“Does that scare you?”
It took her a long time to answer. “No.”
And her tone said she was shocked by her own response. When he tested her pussy again, she was even juicier, the wetness spreading to her inner thighs.
Wasn’t that intriguing? No surprise that Laila didn’t understand.
But he did. She was wired for him, far more than he’d dared to hope.
He scrubbed a hand down his face. His instincts had led him here, and he’d been questioning his judgment since he’d demanded she strip for him. But now…
Hell yeah.
And if he could finally get some honesty out of her while arousing her out of her damn mind, even better.
“You’ve done really well so far, Laila.” He stroked her pussy again, sailing his lips up one hip before skimming his teeth back down the sensitized flesh. “Let’s try some more difficult questions.”
“Before another reward?”
Did she want more of his kisses, was she stalling, or simply afraid of her own responses?
“If you answer these next questions well, the reward will definitely be worth the wait. First, why did you leave my house with Victor the morning he broke in? You told me in La Pesca that you’d always wanted to be with Victor because your struggles against him are the foreplay that arouses you before he fucks you rough.” When she winced, he pressed on. “Is that true? Do you get excited when he holds you down, pulls your hair, rips off your shirt, shoves your pants down, forces his way between your legs, and—”
“Stop.” Laila closed her eyes, obviously fighting tears.
“Are you going to cry?”
“No.” She sniffled.
“You want to.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re lying. I can see you’re upset. It’s all over your face. Why?”
Trees half expected her to double down on what he suspected was a whopping lie and tell him that she missed Victor. Instead, she turned away and tried to hide her expression from him.
“Please…”
While begging was better than defiance, it wasn’t acceptable, either. Trees swallowed his disappointment. Why did he keep trying to save a woman who didn’t want to be saved? But he knew the answer. She had been through all nine circles of hell, and his heart insisted she was worth the effort. “I’m disappointed, Laila. I’m not asking hard questions. Punishment it is.”
Trees bent his head, parted the dewy folds of her pussy with his thumbs, and licked her already stiff bud mercilessly, dragging his tongue across the tip, then sucking it into his mouth before adding more stimulation with a gentle scrape of his teeth. He moved closer, settling in for a lingering onslaught and working her up to the edge of pleasure.
She gasped. Her whole body tensed. Her toes curled. She jerked and writhed to get closer to him. As her cheeks flushed and her need ramped up, she grabbed the restraints and cried his name. She was sexy as hell to watch.