Beyond Measure Read online Jane Henry (Ruthless Doms #2)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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I can tell by the way she stares that she doesn’t believe me.

I walk to her and gesture for her to stand. She does so, though reluctantly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says.

“You’re no fool, Caroline,” I say, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. I told her to take off her clothes, and I meant all of them. Her hand flies up to try and trap my wrist, but I quickly deflect her and continue. “There’s a reason you’ve dressed the way you have, and I’ll make it my mission to find out why.”

“Oh?” she tosses back angrily. “Will you, then?”

I nimbly unclasp her bra and her beautiful, rounded breasts swing free. I swallow hard and gather one full breast in my palm, letting my thumb gently graze her nipple. “I will,” I say, my voice husky. I turn her around and switch positions, sitting on the bed and positioning her in front of me. Bending, I take the edge of her panties and draw them down. I can feel the heat of her skin where I spanked her, and when the panties come down her thighs, the sweet feminine scent of her arousal makes me nearly mad with lust.

Now she stands in front of me stark naked, wearing nothing but a scowl and the faint pink of my handprint where I spanked her.

“Are you aroused by your spanking, Caroline?” I ask, enjoying the way her pale cheeks color.

“No!” she says, pulling away from me, but I quickly grab her arms and yank her closer.

“We’ll see about that.”

I will not ask permission from her, but I will not take advantage. Does she enjoy being under my authority in some way? Does being turned over my lap excite her? I aim to find out.

“Part your legs,” I command, pushing her thighs apart with the back of my hand.

She obeys, and the scent of her feminine musk grows stronger. I gently brush the tip of my finger at the very apex of her thighs.

“Do you like when I take control?” I ask. “Did you like being over my lap for a spanking?”

She shakes her head wildly, her lips parted.

“No, of course not. Are you kidding?”

But one swipe of my finger at her core says otherwise. “Really?” I ask with disbelief. “Are you sure a little part of you isn’t fascinated with the idea of bending to my whip? Of receiving measured pain at my hand?”

“No,” she says, but her eyes close, and she releases a moan.

“And yet, the thought arouses you,” I probe.

“No,” she pants, shaking her head, as I work her pussy.

I freeze. “No?”

“No-no. Yes!” she amends, wantonly pushing her hips against my hand for more pressure.

“Tell me what arouses you,” I say, before I flick her clit. She whimpers.

“I don’t know,” she says. It’s a fair response. “It hurt when you spanked me.” And then she opens her eyes fully and glares at me. “And I fucking hate sex.”

I note the antagonism with interest. There’s a story there. I make it my mission to find out what it is and to change it.

“Good,” I say, withdrawing my hand and bringing my wet fingers to her mouth. As much as I want to lay her down and eat her out until she comes on my face with absolute abandon, the timing isn’t right. I have three days to make her mine, and she will learn her place in that time. I won’t let her come until she’s earned it.

“Suck,” I order.

Grimacing, she obeys. The wet feel of her tongue on my fingers makes my dick twitch and my stomach tighten. Jesus, I can’t wait to fuck her.

In time.

“That’s a good girl,” I tell her. I release her, giving her one more longing look. Her body is utter perfection. “Our plane leaves in the morning. You need some sleep and so do I. Unfortunately, I don’t trust you, so you’ll have to sleep with these on.”

I pull a pair of cuffs out of my pocket and lead her to the bedpost to cuff her. Her eyes widen. She likely expected I’d fuck her tonight.

“If it’s an emergency, let me know. If not, you’re not to bother me, and if you do so prematurely, I’ll be forced to punish you.” She won’t sleep well with her arms secured above her head, but given that she’s mine now, and I don’t want her near anyone until she proves I can trust her, she’ll have plenty of time to rest.

“Where are you going to sleep?” she asks. I nod to the bed beside her.

“You’re my wife,” I say, aware that my tone is sarcastic and biting. “I’ll sleep beside you. But don’t worry. I won’t touch you.”

“You…” she begins, then she thinks better of what she was going to say and clamps her mouth shut.


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