Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
We retired upstairs at the end of the night. We usually made love then went to sleep. I was eager for sex, but not the sweet and gentle kind she got off to. No, I had very different plans in mind.
“Kneel.” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. When I turned around, I saw her standing there in the dress she wore to work. Her hair was still pulled back in the sleek ponytail that kept her hair away from her face.
It took her a second to absorb the command. But once it sank in, she lowered herself to her knees. The bedroom was carpeted, so it wasn’t as painful on her body as it was in the playroom. We agreed to a fifty-fifty relationship, so half of the time I would get what I wanted. She got the other half.
“Eyes on the ground.”
“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her gaze.
I stared down at her and enjoyed the sight, loving the fact that I finally conquered my greatest challenge. Rome was an unbreakable woman, but I got her to yield to me, to allow me to become the only man and Dom to possess her.
I removed my jeans and my boxers, taking my time getting undressed so I could make her squirm. She was both excited and afraid, two conflicting emotions that made her uneasy. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with her. “You’re to call me Master this evening.”
“Yes, Master.”
The same chill ran down my spine that I felt the other night. Her obedience was the most arousing thing on the damn planet. I’d never wanted a woman more. I’d never felt like more of a man when she submitted to me. “You’ve pissed me off a lot over the past year.”
She swayed on the spot slightly, not expecting me to start the evening by saying that.
“You didn’t move out of your apartment when I asked you to. You didn’t tell me about Hank when he was clearly a problem.” My hand moved to the base of my cock, and I stroked myself gently, thinking about what I was about to do to her. “You’ve talked back to me more times than I can count. And when I first asked you to be my submissive, you said no. Do you disagree with these crimes?” It was a trick question. If she said yes, she would only be punished more. If she said no, she was getting punished anyway.
“No, Master.”
I walked up to her, my dick inches from her face. “Lick my balls.” I massaged my cock and pointed it at the ceiling, my balls hanging between my legs. “Now.”
She tilted her head up and stuck out her tongue. She moved forward until my balls sat right on the flattened surface of her wet and warm tongue, feeling smooth and defined at the exact same time. She lapped at my balls then sucked them into her mouth, making love to my sac with those beautiful lips of hers.
“Eyes on me.”
She locked her gaze on me, making out with my balls like she couldn’t get enough of them.
I continued to jerk myself, feeling like a king standing over a queen. “Fuck.” For an inexperienced woman, she sure knew how to kiss my cock and balls. My free hand dug into her hair, watching her enjoy what she was doing as much as I did.
I was tempted to jerk myself hard and come all over her face.
But that would have to wait for another time.
“Up.”
She retracted her tongue and rose to her feet.
“Strip.” I released my cock and let it hang forward, pointing right at her stomach like she had a target drawn on her.
She removed her dress and underwear until she stood naked in front of me, her nipples hardening because she wanted my cock in her mouth again—at least, that’s what I was going to tell myself.
“On your hands and knees. Ass in the air.” I pointed at the bed.
She crawled on top and let her ass hang over the edge, her tight little asshole staring at me. When she looked this sexy, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I wanted to fuck her in the ass, the pussy, and the mouth all at the same goddamn time.
I pressed my right palm to her ass, rubbing the decadent skin. I’d smacked her before and had seen my own handprint. But now, it would be different. “I’m going to spank you ten times, sweetheart. You’re going to count with me.”
She hesitated, a response not forthcoming.
I squeezed her cheek. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You’re going to count with me.”
“Yes, Master…”
I knew she was scared. I could feel the slight tremble of her body. She tried to cover it up by remaining rigid, but it wasn’t fooling me. “You know the safe word. Repeat it.”