Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Lorcan kissed me harshly, his tongue conquering my mouth mercilessly. The fabric of his wife-beater rubbed over my nipples deliciously. I was already so fired up that the simple friction made me drip even more.
His fingers began to play with my nipples, twisting and tugging. I could feel every touch between my legs. “How long do you want to keep torturing me like that?” I whispered against his lips.
Lorcan’s eyes flashed. “Until you ask me to actually hurt you just so I allow you to come.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I gasped as he pinched my nipple hard. His index finger traveled lower, barely touching my skin. He brushed my clit, and I clenched tightly but the touch was brief as he moved farther along, ever so gently parting my folds with his index finger and brushing the sensitive spot inside.
“So wet,” he murmured. “I’ll have a taste.” He sank down on the chair so he was at eye level with my pussy. My body tensed in almost unbearable anticipation as he leaned forward. His breath fanned over my wet pussy. Then his tongue darted between my pussy lips, licking along my slit once, before he leaned back to watch my lust-torn expression. “You almost came, sweet Aislinn. I’ll have to be more careful. You’ll have to suffer far more.” He shook his head as he ran his tongue over his upper lip. “Your juices taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. It’ll be difficult quest to find another woman whose come is equally delicious.”
My heart clenched at the idea of Lorcan being with someone else. Hadn’t I dreamed of leaving him not too long ago? Why was I bothered by the idea that he’d fuck another woman?
He shrugged, his muscles flexing. He reached out again and slid his middle finger over my slit, palm upward. His other hand came up to tug my nipple. I held his gaze as he brought me closer to the edge again.
Lorcan kept up the gentle teasing with his finger, brushing my folds and clit in ghost-like touches, twisting my nipples, and occasionally risking a lick, for at least another hour. The tent in his pants was impressive but not once did he try to find relief himself, ignoring his own need completely. I wished I had his self-control. I was filled with so much need, I was close to asking him to hurt me if he only gave me an orgasm after.
Lorcan could probably sense that I was close to breaking. I wasn’t sure why he had chosen this form of torture, which really wasn’t a punishment I’d expected. Knowing my husband’s brutality, I feared the worst. I didn’t understand his reasoning, but I didn’t care anymore. My arousal coated Lorcan’s palm and my inner thighs. The warehouse was silent, except for my panting and Lorcan’s low, concentrated breaths as he inched his middle finger into my opening. My walls clung to his finger, needing more. When he was buried knuckle-deep inside of me, Lorcan stopped moving. I rocked my hips for additional friction, but Lorcan lowered his hand until only his fingertip remained inside of me.
I let out a desperate sigh. I just wanted Lorcan to do whatever he had in mind, to finish what he’d begun. He’d been teasing me for too long. My entire body was taut like a bow, ready for release.
Lorcan rose to his feet and walked over to the spot where his baton leaned against the wall. He picked up it from the ground. “Ready for the pain?”
I tensed, my eyes widening and my heart beating wildly in my chest.
Lorcan chuckled. “Not yet?” He nodded and approached me with the baton, hitting his palm with its tip.
He brought the tip to my sternum then slid it lower like he had done before, but this time he slid the tip of the baton along my swollen flesh and pressed it up to my opening. I clenched, wanting something inside of me, even this baton. Watching my face closely, he worked the tip of the baton into my opening. I gasped at the feel of the cool material inside my heated channel. I was used to Lorcan’s thick shaft, so I grew quickly accustomed to being stretched by the weapon. Lorcan only teased me with the tip, sliding it in about an inch only to pull it out again. My core gripped the stick, trying to contain the pleasure it brought, even if it was nothing in comparison to Lorcan’s cock. He fucked me too gently with only the tip until I was shifting back and forth, trying to drive the baton deeper into me, but the chains I dangled from prevented that. Lorcan regarded me stoically as he pulled the stick out despite my protest.
“Open your mouth.”
I did so without hesitation and allowed Lorcan to push the tip of the baton into my mouth, tasting my tangy arousal. I circled the tip with my tongue then sucked it deeply into my mouth, all the while locking gazes with Lorcan, wanting him to imagine it was his cock.