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)
It’s about belonging. Family. Finding your true self.
I think about the friends I have, the people I’ve met, and what I’ve learned about myself along the way, and I realize… it’s about love. Unconditional love.
The door opens. I keep my head bowed, my hands on my knees, and I even stop breathing for a moment. My mind races, yet my body longs for my husband’s touch. I draw in a shallow breath as a tingling sensation vibrates through my body. My temperature rises and there’s a deep ache between my legs.
“Look at what a good girl you are,” Adriano says in a voice like velvet-wrapped sex. I lick my lips and swallow. “I’m so proud of you for listening and following my instructions. You deserve a reward for being a good girl. After you’ve been punished.”
Heat rises in my lower stomach. My palms grow slippery on my naked skin while I wait. My body tenses with anticipation, as I know I’m facing both pleasure and pain. I’m already drowning in the irresistible combination of fear and desire coursing through my veins.
“You know,” he says quietly, walking toward me. I let my gaze drift lazily to his heavy black boots and faded jeans and swallow hard. “This punishment isn’t about revenge. What is this really about, Quinn? Tell me, baby.”
Adriano kneels on one knee in front of me and holds my chin in his hand.
“Love and trust,” I whisper. My nipples tighten and I begin to tremble with fear. My heart beats ferociously against my rib cage.
“I want you to remember who’s in charge, baby. This is a reminder that I’m in control.”
I nod, eager and so ready to give back that control and trust him again.
My chin between his fingers, he holds my gaze. “Tell me, Quinn. What did you do to deserve this punishment?”
My words are thick with arousal and a strange need to put this behind us. “I wasn’t honest with you, and I snooped behind your back.”
Adriano’s fiery eyes bore into mine, intense and heated and so passionate I’m shaking. “What should you have done instead?”
“Asked you,” I say in a rush of words.
“You know no matter how this feels, you will still be mine and I will always love you.”
I close my eyes to the rush of emotion before I open them and nod. “I do. And I will always love you.”
Emotional connection and trust.
Self-awareness and understanding.
“I want you to remember your commitment to me and the rules I have in place.”
Oh, fuckity fuck fuck FUCK, Adriano is in FULL-ON Dom mode, and I’m going to spontaneously self-combust.
I shake as he kisses my forehead, stands, and walks to where all our tools lie ready, by our bedside.
I sneak a peek. First, he lifts a crop, then lays it back down. Next, a wooden paddle, followed by a few leathery things. Finally, he sits on the edge of the bed and pats his lap. His hands are empty. “Come here.”
Wordlessly, I rise to my feet and cross the distance to him. I remember who I am as his submissive as I lay across his knees and exhale.
“Look how beautiful you are,” Adriano says, as he palms my ass and runs his big, strong hands all over my body. I love how he touches me, like he owns every inch of my body without apology. “I love you, Quinn. You’re everything to me.” When his hand leaves my ass and I feel him grip my hair, I brace.
As he pulls my hair back, he spanks me. The first harsh clap of his palm takes my breath away.
Another tug of my hair and he spanks me again, this time even harder. My skin’s already on fire.
Maybe he’s decided he only wants to use his hand. I love the feel of his hand and no complaints from me, I love being over his lap—
“You did so well for your warm-up, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear. I arch my back as a tremor runs through me. Sharp pain erupts on my scalp when he pulls my hair. I crave so much more, moaning into the blissful euphoria of measured pain. “Spread those legs. Show me your pussy.”
I shiver and, half drunk on all these feelings, I obey. I ache for him to touch me, but he only spreads me apart and strokes his fingers between my thighs.
“You’re turned on from your spanking, naughty girl. You know what happens to naughty girls.”
I choke on a dry sob when he pulls his fingers away from my pussy without touching me where I’m throbbing.
He gives me another searing spank. “You don’t get your reward until you’ve taken all of your punishment. You know that. Don’t test me, Quinn.”
Fuck, am I sure I want this?
He rises, lifts me, and carries me to the foot of the bed, where he deftly ties my wrists to the bedpost.