Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“You know what I want when we fuck, beautiful.”
Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath, then she lifted her head and moaned.
“That’s it, baby,” I praised. “I want to hear every sound of your pleasure. Scream the fucking roof down.”
I pressed on her clit, and she threw her head back as she cried out. Rewarding her behavior, I returned to my feast and worked her body up until she was strung so tight, it didn’t take much else for it to snap. She screamed, and the sound went straight to my cock, dissolving the last of my control and ruining my five-thousand-dollar tux pants. I could have cared less. All I cared about was wringing every last ounce of Keaton’s orgasm from her sexy body.
She collapsed onto the bed, and I sat back on my heels. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before placing a kiss on each globe of her ass. Then I stood, and when I saw the fucking mess I’d made of my pants, I divested myself of all of my clothes.
With Keaton still sprawled on the bed, I took advantage of her position and unhooked the back of her corset so it fell away. Covering her body with mine, I kissed the back of her neck as my hands slipped under her to palm her small but so-fucking-sexy tits. Exerting pressure, I plastered her back to my chest and brought us both upright.
My fingers began to fiddle with her taut nipples as I glided my tongue over her shoulder and up her neck. “That was hot as fuck, beautiful. But not enough. Not nearly enough.”
She whimpered, her body practically melting into mine. I plucked and twisted her stiff little buds and pressed my still-hard cock into her backside when she shivered.
“Get on the bed and lay on your back in the center, your hands above your head.”
Keaton’s head lolled to the side so she could look up at me. She seemed to contemplate for a minute as she stared into my eyes. She must have seen what she was looking for, because she wiggled her sweet little ass against my dick before climbing onto the bed and positioning herself as I’d specified.
I picked up the cuffs and pushed the corset to the floor before getting onto the bed and shuffling over to her on my knees. I placed a fur-covered ring around one wrist, then looped the chain around a wrought-iron bar in our headboard. Then I secured the other wrist before sitting back and sweeping my eyes from top to bottom, admiring the view. “You look so fucking sexy laid out for me like this.” Her expression was expectant and a little eager, and she eyed my naked body with the same hunger I was feeling.
Breaking our eye contact for a moment, I leaned over and opened the little box, pulling out a small vibrator. When I looked back at her, I gave her a wolfish smile as I shifted until I was kneeling between her legs.
“In case you haven’t figured it out, I decided to go with the second punishment,” I told her with a wicked smirk. “You won’t know your own fucking name when I’m done with you, baby.”
Chapter Eleven
KEATON
I’d never been cuffed to a bed before. Or to anything else, either, since I couldn’t recall even seeing handcuffs before; not in real life, anyway. I probably should’ve been nervous about it, especially since we were having makeup sex after our first really big fight. One where I probably should’ve made Garret work harder for my forgiveness. But I couldn’t—not after his admission about how I’d fixed what he hadn’t even realized had been broken in him. It resonated with something deep inside me, because that’s what he’d done for me, too. He hadn’t just freed me from the cage my father had kept me in for so long. He’d made me happy for the first time in my life since I’d lost my mom.
I’d done what was expected of me for so many years. I refused to worry about should-haves anymore. They weren’t important. What Garret and I had together was… Which was how I found myself completely naked, sated from the powerful orgasm he’d given me with his mouth, cuffed to our bed, and beyond ready for whatever else he had in store for me. Even if it included torturing me with a vibrator.
A strange mixture of vulnerability and power rushed through me as I stared up at him. I was completely under his control, unable to free my hands from the cuffs. His hazel eyes gleamed with need as they swept down my body, but they were also filled with a love so fierce it made my heart stutter in my chest. Garret was in charge of my body at the moment, but everything he did was for me. The control was really mine, something he proved as he slid his fingers between the fur lining of the cuffs and my wrists.