Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“Oh, you’re going to get punished as well. But I want you to have what you desire without feeling ashamed. Also, I fucking want you. I can still smell you on my fingers.”
That was so dirty.
Her legs went weak.
“Let go of your dress and put your hands on the glass. Up by your head.”
She leaned forward slightly to place her hands on the windows. That left her completely at his mercy.
And she loved it. A shiver ran through her body as he slowly unzipped her dress, causing it to pool at her waist. She couldn’t wear a bra with this dress. Not that she had much to support.
Faith expected him to immediately reach for her breasts, to play with her nipples. An irritated noise left her lips as he ran his hands down her side before splaying them on her tummy. His touch was warm, his hands wide.
Why did that turn her on so much?
He was barely even touching her.
It was the anticipation, she guessed, of wondering where he was going to go next.
“So fucking beautiful, you know that? Do you know why he spoke to you like that? It was because he was jealous. Because he wants what I have. What I possess.”
Those words were so hot.
So wrong.
Huge red flags. But it was like she was color blind. Because all she wanted was more.
“He wanted to touch you and hear those little noises of pleasure you make. He wanted to slide his fingers along your silky thighs. He wanted you to part your legs, to give him permission to take things further. To push his fingers into that warm, wet pussy and to have your scent on him. Branding him. All that pretty, sweet obedience and he desired it. But he couldn’t have it. Because it belongs to me. Doesn’t it, Faith? You belong to me.”
“Yes.”
That was it. Fate sealed.
It had been sealed a while ago, she guessed, when she’d agreed to let him take control.
But now . . . it just felt so right.
“I belong to you, Daddy.”
“That’s right, my baby. And I take very good care of the people who belong to me. What do you want right now?”
His right hand moved up to cup her breast.
Please. Please.
“I want you to touch me,” she told him.
“Touch you where?” he murmured as he kissed along her shoulder.
Oh wow. Who knew that could feel so darn good? Was this what fate had always had in store for her?
This man who was teasing her neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access.
“Here?” he asked.
“Yes.” Although she still wanted something else. “More.”
“More? What more could you want, baby?”
“Touch my breasts. My nipples.”
“What do you say?” he murmured. “You have to use your manners. You have to beg.”
Fudge knuckles. Yes. She wanted to do that. She wanted to beg.
“Please, Daddy. Please will you touch me? Touch my nipples, please. I need it. So much.”
“Good girl.” He cupped both of her breasts in his hands. Pleasure raced through her.
He twisted her nipples before soothing them with the palms of his hands. That bite of pain sharpened her senses. It made everything clearer.
“You like that, don’t you? A little bit of pain with your pleasure. I don’t know where you came from, Faith Blossom, but you seem to be made for me.”
“Public, Missouri,” she said, confused. She thought he knew where she came from.
Then it clicked.
“Oh, you didn’t mean from where exactly.”
“No, baby. I didn’t. It’s like someone took a fantasy from my head that I didn’t even know was there and created you.”
“That’s so sweet.”
He started kissing down her spine.
Who knew that could feel so good?
Not her.
But then, all of this was a new experience for her. With Reuben, there was no getting it on under the covers with the lights out.
“Do you . . . do you always like to Top?” she asked as he reached where her dress had folded over.
He licked the skin just above her bottom. Would he go further?
“Do you like butt stuff?” she asked.
Reuben snorted. “Butt stuff?”
“I can’t believe I just asked that,” she groaned.
“You can ask me anything, baby,” he told her. “Whether I answer or not is my prerogative.”
“Hey! Don’t you think that’s hypocritical?” she grumbled. “Are you forgetting rule six?”
“I never forget my rules for you. And things aren’t always even in this relationship.” He tucked the bottom of her dress up so her ass was on display.
Now he could fully see her ass.
“Spread your legs wider and bend over.”
Dear Lord. She whimpered.
“I’ll answer your questions once you do as you’re told.”
Shoot. She couldn’t resist that dangling carrot.
Faith shuffled back slightly and bent over with her hands still against the window.
“Right over,” he commanded. “So your hands are on the floor.”
Holy moly.
She bent herself in half, her face growing red.