Blush (Black Rose #1) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Black Rose Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
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The idea makes me hot. To take that part of him into my body.

It’s like sharing something I’ve never shared with another man. I’ve never had any cock except Jackson’s in my mouth.

I want it to stay that way. I want it to stay that way forever.

But I can’t get ahead of myself. He may not be thinking in terms of forever. He probably isn’t. He’s made it quite clear where he stands with me.

I need to think of this as a lesson. As a lesson only with a willing instructor.

The problem? I don’t want to use what I’ve learned with anyone else.

“I want to do something special for you, Mandy,” he says.

“I’d like that, sir.”

“I need to get something from the bar. Will you be okay here for a few minutes? If you want, I’ll unbind you.”

“I’ll be fine, sir.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m not worried, sir.”

I’m not. I feel more myself bound here for Jack’s pleasure than I have in a long time. Maybe ever. He adjusts his jeans and leaves the room, clicking the door locked.

Nerves skitter over me, but I’m not sure whether it’s from apprehension or anticipation. I don’t have a lot of time to dwell on it, though, because Jack returns quickly, and in his hand is a ceramic bowl filled with—

I gasp. Sweet Bing cherries.

“I got lucky,” he says. “I didn’t dare hope they’d have fresh cherries. I was going to get maraschinos, but this is so much better. Your favorite fruit and mine.” He turns his back then, takes a few moments to do something I can’t see.

When he turns back toward me and approaches, he holds a cherry out and places it against my lips. “Taste, Mandy. Taste this cherry that is almost as sweet and succulent as you are.”

I take the cherry onto my tongue, chew, ready to discard the pit, when—

There’s no pit. That’s what Jack was doing. He pitted the cherries. For me.

And this is the sweetest fruit I’ve ever tasted.

Jackson then does something that surprises me.

He removes his shoes, his pants, his underwear.

And that means he’s going to…

A smile of satisfaction curls my lips.

He moves behind me, and I shudder when I feel his fingers softly caressing the globes of my ass.

“Have I made it clear how beautiful your ass is, Mandy?”

How well I remember. How well I remember the amazing feeling of his tongue licking me there. “Yes, sir.”

“Would it surprise you to know that I’d like to fuck you there?”

I shudder. “No, sir.”

“I’m going to rip these black lace panties from your body, Mandy.”

I suck in a gasp.

“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you another pair. But these? These will be in shreds when I’m done.”

He pulls my panties hard, giving me a freaking atomic wedgie.

But he succeeds in ripping them.

I can’t help a soft chuckle. Mary told me how well the Treasure’s Chest garments were made. Not well enough to stand up to Jackson Paris.

And I love it.

Then his hands, the warmth of his hands is on my ass.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. “So very beautiful.”

His finger slides into my pussy, and I gasp softly.

“So tight and warm, Mandy. My God…”

His voice isn’t even his own anymore. It’s a mixture of sighs and growls and moans.

And God, I love it. I want to hear nothing but this voice for the rest of my life.

“Does that feel good to you? To have my finger inside you?”

“Yes, sir. You have no idea.”

He chuckles then. “I think I have a bit of an idea. Would you like to know how it felt to have my cock in your mouth, Mandy?”

I warm all over. “Yes, sir.”

“The only thing better was having my cock in your pussy. That’s how wonderful your mouth felt. It felt like…”

“What, sir?”

He doesn’t reply.

Home.

That’s what it felt like to me. Is it possible that Jackson is feeling the same?

His finger goes in and out of my pussy slowly, and when he adds another, I quiver.

It’s a strange sensation, not being able to move. I want to undulate my hips, but I’m trapped.

I want to move with his finger.

But I’m trapped.

And I realize that’s the point.

He wants me trapped here. At his beck and call. Laid out for his desire and his desire only.

And that is powerful indeed.

I didn’t expect to feel as empowered as I do.

After all, I can’t move. But oh my God, I have a power over Jackson. Power I never wished for, but power I don’t want to give back.

The power of submission.

For the first time, I understand those words Mary said.

I wipe Mary from my mind then. I don’t want to think about anyone else Jackson has been with.

He’s with me. Here. Now. It may not happen again, but it’s happening now.

And I will embrace it.

“Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you?” Jack asks.


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