Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“The correct response from now on is ‘yes, sir.’”
Bloody hell.
I swallow.
“Yes, sir.”
He nods. “Good girl.” Standing over me, he unfolds his arms and holds the little rod out. “Why are you being punished?”
I swallow again. My mouth’s suddenly dry, and I sure as hell wish I had another shot. “I came without permission.” I manage to reply.
With measured precision, he lifts the rod and doesn’t even swing it, just lets it drop on my bare pussy. Swat. Oh, Jesus. The pain is excruciating, and I cry out from it. Oh my God. People shouldn’t spank people there.
“And what did I tell you would happen if you came without permission?” he asks, like a stern professor lecturing a tardy student.
“That you’d… you’d cane me there,” I say, cringing.
“That’s right,” he says with a nod, before raising the cane and letting it fall again on my naked skin. He isn’t even swinging. I scream from the stripe of pain he lays on me, but even as he continues the lecture and punishment, my clit begins to throb and my sex clenches again.
I’m shaking from head to toe, fully at his mercy.
“And do you think I mean what I say, Megan?”
“Yessss,” I hiss, bracing for the next smack. My pussy’s throbbing from pain and need, when he tucks the slender rod away and kneels on the bed beside me.
He holds my gaze and reaches his hand to my swollen sex. Slowly, so slowly it’s almost torturous, he begins to stroke his index finger along my seam. “So wet,” he says, shaking his head, though his lips twitch. He brings his fingers, still wet with my juices, up to his mouth and suckles them. He groans and I swear I almost come right there, right then, from the unbridled eroticism in the sounds he makes.
He strokes me again and I’m already ready, primed for pleasure, as he dips his fingers into my sex and one at my bottom, fuck. I tense, but he shakes his head.
“Relax, love,” he says. I’m falling under his spell. “And come.”
He makes me come again.
And again.
And again.
Chapter 5
Carson
Real fear flickered in her eyes when I snapped the cane on my palm, and it almost grounded me.
Almost.
I saw the way her eyes rounded. I felt the way her pussy clenched. I watched as I mastered her body and she gave way to her orgasm, over and over again until the merest touch of my fingers had her clenching and writhing in the restraints.
She’s spent, her eyes barely open, when I finally unfasten her restraints and tuck her into bed beside me. I lie at her back and wrap my arm around her until her breathing slows. I close my own eyes.
What am I doing? This is so fucking risky, but bloody hell, it feels so good. Just to lose myself for one night, one fucking night, with this beautiful, vivacious woman. So full of life, laughter, and sex appeal for fucking days.
Keenan would literally kick my ass. Dead.
Cormac would beat the crap out of me.
Nolan would likely castrate me.
Hell, even Maeve would probably kill me dead.
I didn’t just take her back for a quick fuck. I mastered her, made her come more times than I could count, then tucked her into bed, spent. I lay beside her in the darkness.
I shouldn’t do this.
If she knew who I really was, what I’m planning to do… hell, there would be no turning back.
This could ruin everything.
I shake my head, talking myself out of ruminating. Breena gets up in a few hours and I need to be ready.
Just for tonight, I’ll enjoy this.
Just for tonight, I’ll rest in this.
It isn’t every night a guy gets to sleep next to a beautiful woman. I drape my arm around her, and I drift off to sleep.
It doesn’t take long for the dreams to come.
Always the same. Always dark and dreary. I’m always alone. I know where I am tonight, which is unusual. Sometimes it takes me a while to figure it out.
But tonight, I’m in the ruins of a church in Stone City. Our rival’s headquarters.
I can hear her. She’s screaming for me, and this time, I’m going to find her. I’ve got a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, and I’m prepared to use both. Her screams come louder, but I’m being chased on all sides. Someone’s on my left and on my right, and at my back. I slash into the darkness and they fall away, but just as soon as my assailants fall back, more take their place.
“Carson!”
I fling my knife down and cock my pistol, ready to shoot. I pull the trigger, shooting into the darkness. It’s messy and dark and confusing. Screams come from all around me, and someone pushes me from behind. I see cloaked men in the darkness, and I wonder where they’ve come from, for every time I kill one, another takes his place. It’s then that I know I can’t win this. There are too many of them, and only one of me. I don’t have my army of brothers with me. There’s one of me against an army.