Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Yes. Yes, I am. Please. Please. Please let me come.
I hear the words in my mind. In her voice.
She’s done well, but I’m not ready to reward her yet. No. I’m ready to keep her on the edge.
I slide my tongue up her pussy and grab hold of her clit once more, this time nipping harder. Once. Twice. Then three times.
I thrust two fingers into her heat, and— I release her clit.
Is it an asshole move? Not really. The penetration from my fingers inside her along with clitoral stimulation would equal instant orgasm.
But it’s the climb that’s the real pleasure. I want to drive her just as wild as she drives me.
I push her thighs forward and lower my tongue, sliding it over her asshole. She tenses.
“Oh!”
Not surprising. Ms. Manning has never had a rim job. I’ll remedy that with pleasure.
I jab my tongue into her ass gently. Then I bring my palm down on the cheek of her ass with a loud—
Smack!
She jerks against the slap as her ass turns a lovely shade of pink.
“That’s for talking.” Then I slide my tongue back over her asshole and up her pussy again.
Her hand wanders to her vulva. She’s so ripe. I know what she’s feeling. If she can just touch herself, just once, she’ll shatter.
Not on my watch. Time for another lesson in who’s in control in this bedroom.
I grab her wrist. “No, you don’t. That clit is mine tonight. No one touches it but me.”
“But I have to come.”
I move forward and slide the blindfold off her eyes, chuckling. I can’t help it. I know what’s coming, and so does she. “I told you I’d punish you for talking.”
“The smack?” she says.
“No, that was for pleasure.”
She liked the smack. I could tell from her reaction. She doesn’t deny it.
I suck on her clit once more while ramming my fingers in and out of her pussy. She shudders on the bed, her hips moving frantically against my lips and tongue.
She tastes so sweet, and she grinds against my face, rubbing her juices into my skin. Fuck. My cock is on fire, so ready to slide right into her, but I know control better than anyone, and I can wait.
And so will she. I pull away from her clit and remove my fingers from her pussy.
I move forward, letting the fabric of my shirt slide over her nipples.
I press my lips to one nipple and then the other before I kiss her lips chastely, letting her taste her own sweetness.
“Do you understand now, Skye?”
“Understand what?”
“That punishment doesn’t have to physically hurt.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Skye is slick with perspiration, her body pink and taut, so ready.
“I was right,” she says. “You knew what you were doing the whole time.”
Smart woman. “Of course I did.”
“You freak.”
“What’s freakish about denying you a climax?”
“Most men love it when their partner comes,” she says.
“I’ve never in my life been ‘most men.’ That’s not to say I don’t enjoy it when you come. I do, actually. I enjoy it a lot.”
“Then why—”
“You know why.”
She wants to deny my words, play innocent. She even opens her mouth to say something but then closes it. Tension is still coiled inside her—tension I will relieve.
But not yet.
“You’re still resisting, Skye,” I say. “If you weren’t so determined to be in control, you could have come three times by now.”
“Why?” she asks.
“I’ve already answered that. You know why.”
She shakes her head. “No. I mean, why do you need me to give you control?”
“I don’t need it.”
Her eyes widen. “You don’t?”
“That’s what you asked. You asked why I need it, and the truth is, I don’t.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t need it. I want it.”
“Why, then? Why do you want it?”
Why? I’ve never thought about why. It’s what I like in the bedroom. It’s what I’ve always liked in the bedroom, and I see no reason not to have what I want, as long as my partner is willing.
“Does there have to be a reason?” I finally say.
“Yeah, there does,” she says. “How am I supposed to understand if there isn’t a reason?”
“Still trying to stay in control, aren’t you?”
She sits up. “Just because I want answers—”
“Means you’re not giving up control.”
“You said if I gave up control, you’d show me pleasure like I’ve never known. Then you deny me a climax. That’s not showing me pleasure, Braden.”
“True, but there’s still an element missing to that agreement.”
“What’s that?”
I trail a finger over her cheek, a gesture so pure that it’s almost loving. I find it freeing. And disorienting. “You haven’t given up control.”
“But you want me in your bed, Braden. You’ve said that from the beginning.”
“I don’t deny it.”
“Why not take me as I am?”
“Because you and I will both like it better my way.”
“What makes you so certain?” she asks.
I slide my finger over her lower lip, my cock about ready to burst. “I see it in your eyes. You’re a beautiful woman, Skye, but you’re the most beautiful when you let go and surrender to your body.”