Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I’m on fire, my ass and my pussy. I’m so wet I nearly whimper when he pauses to stroke between my legs.
“Exactly what I thought. You’re a bad, bad girl for getting turned on during discipline. I’m going to spank you until you scream for mercy.”
I cave and whimper when he strokes his hand across my stinging skin and cups my ass appreciatively.
“Holy fuck you have a gorgeous ass.” When he bends, I close my eyes, a rush of heat coming to my cheeks at the prickly feel of his chin against my sensitive skin when he kisses me. “There’s a perfect shape of a handprint. I had to kiss it.”
I’m speechless, and it takes a lot to make me speechless.
“Quinn, talk to me. Tell me you love the way my hand feels against your skin.”
But all I can say at this point is, “Arghmph.”
“You know you like this,” he says with another sharp slap. “You know how hard you’ll come. Let me hear you scream, and I’ll give you more.”
That’s an easy one. I open my mouth and howl as he rains down slaps on my bare skin. Holymotherfuckingshitballshellfiresmokenuts… I’ll be welted from this.
Squeeeeee.
I’m losing myself to sensation as he rains down spank after spank. He’s counting and erasing my tally and talking about spanking one and spanking two, but I barely hear him. The blood thunders in my ears and my breasts feel full and tight when he begins alternating the spanks with the perfect pressure of his fingers on my throbbing sex.
His gruff, raspy voice washes over me as I sink further and further into the present, aware of every millisecond that passes. “You love this. You push just to feel me push back. You love being spanked and helpless. Tell me you’ll take every spanking I give you.”
“I’ll take every spanking you give me,” I say on a moan, as his thick fingers slide deliciously between my folds. He strokes again and again, and I long for more friction, more sensation, more anything that brings me the release I crave.
“I’ve never spanked anyone to climax before,” he says while fisting my hair, his mouth to my ear. “If you come while I spank you, I’ll reward you, baby.”
“I…can…absolutely…come…from… being… spanked,” I breathe, as the first spasm of orgasm makes me shudder. The feel of his heavy hand on my stinging skin sends me closer to losing all control. He wraps his fingers around my hair and pulls, right before he gives me another well-placed swat. I’m so on the edge I’m going to careen down like a rollercoaster with no brakes when he touches me once more.
I shatter. I combust. I writhe and scream, wrapped in a cocoon of delicious pain and pleasure. I’m drunk and high and elated, he’s wringing perfect pleasure from every cell of my body. And when I finally open my eyes, delirious from pleasure and drunk on pain, I realize he’s got one of the sarongs from the hook in the palm of his hand and a twinkle in his eye.
What in the ever-loving universe of kinky euphoria have you gotten yourself into, Quinn?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“A VEIL… AND NOTHING ELSE”
Adriano
I find a bottle of water and make her drink half of it before we open the bottle of champagne.
“It isn’t a wedding night without sex,” Quinn whispers, slumped against my chest. Her ass is a pretty shade of pink and lightly welted, her tanned skin gorgeous against the cream-colored sarong.
My dick throbs against her hip. I didn’t plan on all this, not yet anyway. But we both like sex, and six months passes quickly. And did she ever earn those goddamn spankings.
“We maybe faked the whole love thing, but woman, you did not fake that orgasm,” I say appreciatively.
I can’t read her eyes with her head against my chest, but I can see the slight curve of her smile. “I did not, nosiree. Holy shit, can you spank.” She lifts her head and looks out at the sea. “That water looks delicious. Do you swim?”
“Depends. What’s in it for me?”
She quirks a brow at me. “I’ll let you fuck me.”
“So much for six months of foreplay?”
I didn’t tell her about the Montavio family rules that demand consummation within twenty-four hours of nuptials. Turns out, I didn’t need to.
I lay her on a lounge chair, find a few flameless candles left in the romance basket I’d ordered, and light them. They flicker in the cabana as I hold her against me. I’m as malleable as putty when she trusts me. I whisper sweet nothings in her ear. “Wish you still had that veil you wore.”
“Why?” she says on a smile.
“Would be fun to fuck you in nothing but the veil.”
“That can be arranged.”
I stand, holding her against my chest, the sarong tied around my fist. She looks at it, then out to the sea.