Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
He poured something from a small bottle and slicked up his cock in unhurried strokes, and it had to be oil. Not lube.
“Come sit.” He scooted down a fair bit and told me to face him. So that, “I can see every tear you shed for me.”
I sucked in a breath and rubbed my butt. The skin was so warm, and this was the delicious danger of pain for me. Once I was physically and mentally warmed up, I was going to crave pain, and I would stop at nothing to receive it. A cold butt could take two spanks and hurt. A warm butt could take a world war and make me spray come all over the place. Then I’d wake up in the morning and be in so much pain that I’d have to sit on an ice pack for two days.
Yet, when my Greer told me to come sit, I came and sat. I hitched a leg over his lap, and he held up his long, thick cock.
“Take your time adjusting.” He peered up at me with a small, sweet, sadistic smirk.
How he pulled off that combination, I’d never know.
I released a breath and closed my eyes. He could joke if he wanted. I had bigger fish to fry. How long had I fantasized about this? How many times had I bit my tongue, wanting to suggest group play with Marcus…just so I could play with Greer?
I took him in slowly, feeling him stretch me inch by inch.
“Christ,” he whispered.
I had to force myself to relax and bear down, but it got easier fast. The slut in me woke up and begged for pain. Because sooner rather than later, that pain was going to ruin me in the best way.
“Oh my God,” I exhaled shakily.
I felt the rubber points dig into my butt cheeks, and it was okay for now when I was moving so slowly. Later, though? Holy crap.
Before I could go there, before I could worry about how it’d feel to bounce up and down on those spikes, Greer leaned forward and captured my mouth in a searing kiss.
“Your only job is to ride my cock until I get off.”
I nodded and hauled in another breath. “Yes, Dominus. M-may I come also?”
He nipped sharply at my bottom lip before leaning back again. “Whenever you want. But you don’t stop until I’ve finished.” He turned toward Archie and Sloan as they shifted closer to us, and he gripped Archie’s chin and kissed him chastely. “Grab my drink and my phone.”
“Yes, Master.”
It was difficult to tune into anything now that wasn’t Greer’s cock stretching my ass to the fullest, so I didn’t even try. Instead, I moved carefully over him and tried to find a position where I could go harder. But I wasn’t going to be able to avoid the rubber spikes. They scratched my tender skin whenever I took him all the way in.
My problem was, I enjoyed it. Right now, I enjoyed it. It felt good and tingly and…
Hot.
Why did it feel so hot? As in, very warm.
“I feel warm, Dominus. Like, inside my bottom.” I rolled my hips and let him sink in all the way, and I groaned at the feel. At all the sparks of pain and pleasure that burst through me.
“Good. That’s the oil I’m using.” He smirked and took a swig of his whiskey. “It’ll grow hotter for a while longer.”
Oh my God.
It felt amazing.
“Do you mind if I film us, baby?”
I shook my head and watched him, and I had to concentrate to do it. Part of me wanted to get lost in the feelings—but I had to see him. I had to fuel my fantasies with the reality. He was so fucking gorgeous. He owned the world. He didn’t hide the sheer bliss he felt when I took him inside me, and he didn’t lose control either. I felt his desire for me, not just by his hard cock but by his hungry stare and the way he touched me.
I had to touch him too. As I gave in to the pain of the vampire spikes and moved a little faster, I reached out and brushed my hand over his sexy chest.
He did have that little pinch of belly fat cushioning his abs, and I couldn’t help but slide my hand down to feel him. It was a contrast that’d always turned me on, a layer of softness over all that raw strength.
As the heat grew more intense, I noticed I was moving faster and coming down harder on his thighs.
“I want to bleed, Sir,” I whimpered. “Just a little bit.”
Someone groaned and cried out near me—it had to be Archie—and the whole couch freaking moved. Daddy was fucking him so hard!
“Say it again, Corey,” Greer ordered, his voice full of lust and possessiveness. “Say you want to bleed for me.”