Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Cash’s scream vibrates through her throat and makes my cock twitch in her mouth.
“That was one, slut. You’ve got ten more to go.”
Her hips lift on the bed, and I snap the belt on her clit, counting with every single strike. Her pussy is red and swollen, where all the blood has risen to the center. She’ll be sensitive, and that excites me.
As soon as I administer the last strike, I bend and take her clit in my mouth. My fingertip breaches her entrance, twirling and spinning her into oblivion before she crashes in waves around my hand. Wetness gushes and soaks my bed. Her cries are a symphony that would put Beethoven’s Ninth to shame. I pull out of her and release her hands from the cuffs.
“You didn’t come,” she huffs.
“I know.”
“Why? I want you to come.”
I pull her toward me and wrap her in my arms. “Oh, I’ll come, Sparrow. But I need to take care of you first. That was a little intense.”
Cash nods and cuddles into me.
“Was that too much,” I ask, worried I went too far.
Not all the strikes with the belt were hard, but some were. I’m a little ashamed that the louder and more anguished her screams, the more turned-on I become. Cash liking pain is a discovery I relish, but I need her to know she’s safe. My deviant actions are for her because it's not attractive to me if she’s not into it. But the fact that Cash is a little freak is something I like very much.
“It hurt,” she whispers against my chest, “but I liked it. I know if I used my safe word, you would’ve stopped.”
I sure as fuck would’ve. Guys who push past their partner’s comfort zone are straight-up monsters. I’ll push my luck, but Sparrow is the one in control. She’s the conductor, and I’m her orchestra, performing only for her.
My lips brush her forehead. “Good, but use that safe word if it’s too much. Maybe next time, we’ll go through the light system. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go. I think I hit you harder than I should have a few times.”
She nods against me.
“I’m gonna draw you a bath and make you something to eat.”
***
I feed, bathe, and bang her again in the shower. Now we lie naked in bed and holding her in my arms feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“So…” I whisper, sucking at her neck as her heartbeat returns to normal beneath my lips. “I take it you like it filthy?”
“Gunner…” She’s still breathless, and knowing I have this effect on her does things to me. Real things scare me a little. I’m not used to healthy relationships involving feelings, but with Cash, I feel like I can build something that’s just mine. Something better than what we’ve both known.
“Cat got your tongue?” I tease as I crush her to my side.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she gazes up at me, all soft and sweet and thoroughly fucked. “I’m at a loss for words, Gunner Shaw.”
“Good.” I yank her hips closer to mine. “Step one of my plan to make you addicted to my dick is complete.”
She shakes her head as her laughter echoes off my bedroom walls. “This sounds like a ride and a half you’ve got planned…”
“Buckle up, baby.” I spank her bare ass cheek. “This ride’s about to get wild.” I kiss her deeply then, already obsessed with the taste of this woman on my tongue.
Her hands trail over my cheeks, eyes hovering on mine as our breaths mingle. “You don’t realize what you’re in for with this. I’m so fucked up.”
“You’re not fucked up, Cash.”
“It’s not normal to have these urges.”
“Rape fantasies? Being degraded? Hate to tell you, Sparrow, but those things are popular with women. It’s just that most are too scared to ask for it or don’t have anyone they trust enough to fulfill them.”
“It’s not just those two. There’s another one.”
“Oh?” I raise my eyebrow and coax a smile from her lips.
“Do you know what free use is?”
Fuck, yes, I know what it is, and so does my dick. It rises to full mast as if nestled in her pretty pink cunt. “Um, yeah.”
“I want that. I want you to fuck me any way you want, where you want, and I want absolutely no choice...”
I smirk. “To be my fuck toy.”
She nods. “Yes. I want to be treated like your fuck toy.”
I smack her round ass cheek again, enjoying how it bounces and makes my dick throb like it has its own heartbeat. Everything about this woman seems hard-wired to my dick. I’m not complaining, but it makes conversations like this more difficult. I can treat her like a fuck toy, bang her brains out, and have her coming back for more. But I don’t want that to be the reason she wants me. Which is why I’d need to take it out of the bedroom if I have any hope of getting this woman addicted not only to my dick but to me.