Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
He’d dreamt of her ass, the perfection of her firm globes. He’d dreamt of this moment when she gave him her body. He wanted everything. He would claim every inch of her, make her irrevocably his. He’d been trained in the art of seduction. He knew more about sex than anything else, other than how to kill or extract information from an unwilling prisoner. He was extremely proficient in all three subjects. He would make certain her body responded only to his command. But that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her heart and soul.
“Lay across my lap, Seychelle.” He gave the order in a firm voice, all the while rubbing her perfect ass cheeks. “Don’t be afraid, baby. I’ve got you.”
She touched her tongue to his mark on her lip as if that tiny spot gave her courage. And then she leaned toward him and he immediately helped her to lie over his lap. Her beautiful bottom gleamed like two pale globes. He pressed his hand to her back between her shoulder blades.
“Wrap your fingers around the legs of the chair and hold on,” he instructed. “I’m not going to let you fall.” He gentled his voice but kept his tone a velvet command.
Seychelle complied, her fists so tight on the legs of the chair that her knuckles turned white. She was trembling, her body almost vibrating with fear. He rubbed soothingly between her shoulder blades, pressing her to him while he devoured the sight of her. She was beautiful. The pale cheeks of her bottom gleamed with the silvery light shining across them. He’d positioned himself perfectly in front of the window.
He ran his fingers from the backs of her knees up the backs of her thighs, first right and then left, all the way to the seam of her buttocks. So many nerve endings waiting for him to ignite. He used the tips of his fingers, tracing the seam while the back of his knuckles rubbed along the underside of her sweet little ass.
Taking his time and building the anticipation was crucial. He ran his fingers along her bare hip and then under her tank to skim very gently along her spine to her neck. He massaged some of the tension from her before pulling his hand from the racer-back, grasping the back of the flimsy tank and ripping it straight down.
She gasped and started to rise. His hand held her in place. “Shh, baby, you’re fine. Let the material fall to the floor. I love your skin. It’s like porcelain. Silky. It will hold the marks of my possession so beautifully.”
He slid his hand down her back and over her perfect bottom, to glide his fingers across her little pussy. She was damp with anticipation. Hot. He wanted to taste her. He’d been waiting an eternity and he couldn’t resist sliding his fingers deeper to catch at the slick, hot honey. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked. She tasted like her skin. Wild strawberries. An exotic mix of honey and strawberries.
The addiction was never going to end for him. He realized, as he smoothed his hand over her bottom, that he was breathing hard, almost as ragged as she was. This woman belonged to him. She’d given herself to him, had the courage to face the monster with him. Adoration was a mild word for the way he was feeling, but it was crucial that he stay in control.
He rubbed her bottom gently and then reached down, caught the long messy knot on top of her head and forced her head around so she was looking at him. His cock ached. Was so painful he knew he was going to have to end this soon, not for her, but for him. He’d never been so hard in his life.
“I’m so proud of you, Seychelle. Your courage astounds me.” He stared into her blue eyes as he rubbed small circles all over her bottom and then kneaded the firm muscles. Her body tensed. “Trust me, baby. Remember? We’re building something special here. A bond that’s so intimate, so close, nothing will ever get between us. I’m not going to chance ruining that. You put yourself in my hands, and you have to know I’ll only take you as far as you’re capable of going. I’ll always have you.”
Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, and he gave it to her. If she fucked up again, that wouldn’t be there. The punishment would be real, not a learning experience. “Tell me why you’re laying across my lap.”
“Because you like this.”
“No, baby, I love this. Do you feel what you’re doing to me? My cock is fuckin’ steel because I love this. That’s all yours, but you need to answer me.” He moved one palm across her left cheek and then trailed his fingertips to that seam where her ass cheek met her thigh. He felt her shiver. Saw the goose bumps rise on her skin. Endorphins already rising. She was highly sensitive there. She was so responsive, so perfect for him. She wanted this, even if she was afraid.