Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Come again, Blossom.”
Electricity surges through me once more, picking up where the previous orgasm left off…
I squeal, I scream, and I turn my head from side to side, wailing.
Because this feeling—this ecstatic feeling of double penetration—the invisible bindings, the blindfold, the ghost…
It’s so pure and perfect, and I’m so happy to submit.
To submit to this man…
In this moment… I never want to submit to another.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ronan
Mary hasn’t moved her wrists or her arms, despite the fact that nothing is holding her there. She’s bound by my will. By the invisible chains of our ghost.
I’m ready…
So ready to come inside this tight little ass.
I want to hold off, but—
“God, Blossom…” I grit out. “We’re both ready. We’re both ready to come inside you.”
I release into that tight little ass, my cock contracting, my balls scrunching, and with every pulse into her, I lose something of myself.
Something that I’m glad to give.
She will be mine. Mary. Blossom. Mariah Sandusky.
She will submit to me. Exactly the way I want her to.
She will be mine.
I stay inside her for a few precious moments, and then I pull out, keeping my trickery a secret.
Because, of course, no ghost was fucking her. No ghost was sucking on her nipples.
I laid the groundwork, and her imagination did the rest.
“Lie still,” I say.
I hate to leave her, but I must take care of her after anal sex.
I go to the bathroom, wash myself, and wash the toys I used. I bury them deep in my suitcase before I head back to the bed and slide the warm washcloth I brought over Mary’s ass and pussy. Then I remove the silk from her eyes.
“I’ve taken off the invisible bindings, Mary.” I take her arms, massage her wrists gently, as I would if she’d truly been bound, and then pull her up into a sitting position.
“You may speak now.”
Her eyes well with tears. “I can’t even believe it, Ronan. I can’t believe how incredible that was.”
“This is only the beginning, Mary. I will take you places you never dreamed of going.”
“You already have.” She wipes the perspiration from her brow. “You brought me here to New Orleans. And the scene we just did together? It’s the most aroused I’ve ever been. That double penetration… My God.”
“You liked?”
“How did you…”
I place my fingers over her lips to quiet her. “Let it go, Mary. Remember it for what it was, for what you felt. Don’t take away the mysticism.”
She smiles then—a big, wide smile—and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her look so beautiful. Her skin is flushed from the sex, from the orgasms, and her lips are swollen and pink. Her nipples are still hard and probably slightly raw from everything I put them through.
I can’t wait to get clamps on them.
That will wait, though. That will wait until we get back to New York, back to Black Rose Underground.
She melts against my chest.
“Do you still want to go home tomorrow?” I ask.
She pulls back and meets my gaze. “I do, Ronan. I do…because I want to go to the club. Black Rose Underground. And I want to submit to you there.”
I cup her cheeks, bring her toward me, and kiss her lips, sliding my tongue between them.
We’re both sated, so this kiss is gentle. A simple meeting of mouths.
But the odd thing is?
I’m feeling something different.
Something strong and potent.
Something unique…and foreign.
From a gentle kiss.
I break the kiss. “Would you like to go back to your room?”
“I’ll stay here with you, if it’s all right.”
“It’s all right.”
I don’t normally let a submissive sleep with me, but that ship has sailed. Mary already slept in my bed last night.
I narrow my gaze. “Perhaps the ghost of Jean-Pierre will visit you during the night.”
She snuggles into my shoulder. “Jean-Pierre is wonderful, but I only need you, Ronan.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Mary
Once I’m back at my Manhattan apartment the next afternoon, I think about calling my boss and telling her I can work the rest of the week, but I decide against it. I’ve already got the time off, paid vacation, so I may as well use it.
Tonight I’m meeting Ronan at the club.
He asked to pick me up, but I decided I needed to approach the scene the way I normally do.
I get to the club myself, and I get home myself.
We’ll take it slow.
Because even though we’ve been together twice now, I still fear that being at the club will bring back the haunting memories of the scene that went wrong and all the emotions they stir up.
It’s best for me to stick to my particular regimen. We meet there. We play. I go home.
Already I know the scene will be amazing. Probably different from anything I’ve done before.
Of course there won’t be double penetration. I never play with more than one Dominant at a time, and there are no ghosts at Black Rose Underground.