Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I knocked lightly on the door of room 103, and a moment later, a very gorgeous man answered the door wearing nothing more than a pair of gray sweats that left nothing to the imagination. He didn’t have a six-pack, but his stomach was flat, and his chest and belly were coated in a light dusting of dark, springy curls I desperately wanted to sift my fingers through. His dark hair was a slight mess on the top of his head. While I drank him in, he scratched at his beard, his dark eyes scrutinizing me.
“Hi,” I said softly—shyly. I wasn’t used to this kind of thing yet. Hell, this was only my second night with Hooked. “My name is—”
“Blakely,” he rumbled. “Right?” I nodded. He stepped back and let me in. “Jax.” I smiled a little in acknowledgment as I stepped past him. The room was actually pretty clean for how run down the outside of the motel looked. I turned to face him. He inclined his head to the bed. “Strip and lay back for me.” He prowled to a small bag on the chair in the corner of the room and unzipped it. “You got any hard limits?”
Damn, right to the point. He sure as hell didn’t waste any time.
I swallowed thickly. “I, um, don’t know,” I told him honestly as I tugged my tight dress over my head and slid my feet out of my heels. I wiggled my toes, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. I really hated wearing heels. “I’ll be honest—I don’t have much experience when it comes to sex. It’s been mostly vanilla.”
He nodded and turned to face me, holding up rope. I swallowed thickly all while warmth curled in my nether regions. “You against being tied up?” he asked as my bra fell to the floor. His gaze fell to my tits, and he licked his lips, his nostrils flaring. My nipples hardened under his intense stare.
I shook my head. “No,” I said quietly. My thong hit the floor next, and then I settled onto the bed, laying back on it with my head resting on the pillows.
He beckoned me to sit up and rested a knee on the bed, beginning to work the rope around my body in some artistic, intricate way that didn’t hurt and actually felt good. The area between my legs grew damp with every move he made, gently weaving the rope around my upper body, my arms bound behind my back.
“I want you to use the traffic signals to tell me if something is a limit for you or if I ask you how you’re feeling. Green means you’re good and you want to continue. Yellow means you need a break or we’re drawing close to a limit for you. Red is a hard stop. Everything we’re doing will end immediately, and I’ll untie you and provide aftercare.”
“What’s aftercare?” I blurted. My cheeks flamed. Jesus—what a way to make myself sound uneducated.
A deep rumble of a chuckle sounded from his chest as he peered down at me through dark, hungry eyes. “You really don’t know?” he asked. I shook my head. He hummed low in his throat, and oddly, it was soothing. “Aftercare is when I feed you, comfort you, and get you hydrated. It can help prevent a low, though it’s not always successful. But it’s an important part of this kind of dynamic.”
Aftercare sounded blissful. I’d never had a man take care of me after sex. Not even any of my boyfriends had. Sex had simply been a “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” type of ordeal, and it was rare they even managed to get me off.
“How are you feeling?” he asked me as he settled me back against the pillows. My tits were perfectly framed by the rope, and his gaze dropped to them before looking back up at me.
“Green,” I said softly.
He hummed and rubbed the pad of his thumb over my nipple. I shivered, my lips parting the slightest bit. “Good girl,” he rumbled. “Use yellow or red whenever. Do not wait for me to ask you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He moved off the bed and dropped his sweats. His hard, leaking cock slapped against his belly, leaving a little bit of precum behind on the hair below his navel. He wasn’t as long as some men I’d seen, but he sure as hell was one of the thickest. My mouth salivated. I so badly wanted to know what he tasted like. Which was a very big shock considering I usually hated sucking dick.
He crawled across the bed to me and nipped along my jaw. When his tongue flicked out over the shell of my ear, I moaned, my entire body shuddering. My legs parted and he settled between them, his cock sliding against my slit. A whimper crawled up my throat as his nose skimmed along the column of my neck.