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)
I placed one foot on the bed to get a steady position. My hand wrapped around her waist and found her clit, and I rubbed it with my forefinger, bringing her to the verge of a climax. I needed her to come immediately because I couldn’t last long. I’d spanked her so fiercely that my cock needed a quick release.
Her body reacted to the touch, and she came around my dick, squeezing and constricting until the come gushed around it. She was in the process of screaming when I finally allowed myself to come, to fill her with my all my seed.
Fuck yes.
I gave her my entire load before I pulled out and watched the seed drip from her opening. I loved feeling my woman with my come. It gave me the greatest sense of satisfaction, that I truly owned her.
I grabbed a towel and some cream from the bathroom and returned to her, seeing her in the exact same position as before.
“Come here.” I grabbed the pillow and placed it under her head. Then I pushed her hips down so she would lie flat on her stomach. She closed her eyes immediately because she was exhausted. I placed a blanket over the top of half of her body so she wouldn’t get cold. Then I attended to her, my dominance disappearing the instant was I satisfied. Now all I cared about was taking care of her, making sure she had everything she needed.
I cleaned her up then rubbed the cream into both of her cheeks, doing my best to minimalize the swelling and the redness. It would be painful until she woke up in the morning, but at least this would help her sleep.
I didn’t feel any pity when I looked at her skin—just arousal.
It was my handiwork. That was my handprint. This was my woman.
“Sweetheart?” I finished with the cream then ran my fingers through her hair. Her eyes were closed, but I suspected she wasn’t asleep.
“Why do you enjoy hurting me so much…?” She shut her eyes tighter, as if looking at me would be too painful.
I lay beside her and looked into her face, seeing the tearstains imprinted on her cheeks. “Because I’m a fucked-up asshole. That’s why.” My fingers grazed against her cheek on the way to her hairline. “I’m not gonna make excuses because I don’t have any. I enjoy hurting you. I enjoy listening to you cry. I just do.”
She finally opened her eyes, a film of moisture on the surface. “But, why? Is it because your father used to hurt you?”
I held her gaze even though I didn’t want to answer that question. “Probably. And probably because I used to watch him do the same thing to other women. It’s been programmed in my brain ever since.”
She took her gaze off me, staring at the bedding instead.
“I know you enjoyed it, sweetheart.”
“I did…but it hurt toward the end.”
“But when you came, how did it feel?”
“Good…”
“Better than usual?”
She nodded.
“Being in pain triggers our other senses. It heightens other feelings and experiences. You’ll see what I mean as we go along.”
She held herself up and looked over her shoulder, staring at her blood-red ass. She rubbed her fingers across the surface then winced when she touched it the wrong way.
“It’ll be back to normal tomorrow,” I whispered.
She lay back on the pillow and pulled the blanket over her entire body.
“Is there anything I can get you?”
She shook her head. “No, thanks.”
I leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. “You know, you can always use the safe word, sweetheart. It’s there for a reason.”
“I know, Calloway.”
I kissed her forehead and felt her searing skin against my mouth. “I need to go to Ruin tonight. You’ll be okay here on your own?”
The second she knew I was leaving, her posture changed. She was no longer relaxed and tired. “Why are you going there?”
“Jackson gave me back the company, said he couldn’t handle it. I just need to take care of business.”
“Just business, right?”
I was hurt by the question, but I knew she had every right to ask. “Just business.” I held my hand where my ring sat. “You’re my sub. I don’t need another.” I kissed her on the cheek and left the bed. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Okay.”
I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt and headed to the door.
“I love you…” The words were so quiet I could hardly hear them.
I faced her from my position by the door, seeing the beautiful woman lying on my bed. “I love you too.”
When Jackson spotted me from his place at the bar, he grinned from ear to ear. “Here’s the lucky man…”
I snatched his scotch from the counter and took a drink. “A very lucky man, indeed.”
“Rome changed her mind, huh?”
“How’d you know?”
“Everyone’s been talking about it. They said you had a sub already in tow when some brunette that no one had ever seen before snatched you. I assumed that could only be one person…”