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)
Her flesh, rosy and taut, so very—
Whip!
I bring the crop down on her breasts, jiggling the chain and clamps.
She jerks, and her breasts redden.
I bring the crop down on her again and then again.
As she reddens further, the warmth of her body caresses me.
Another lash. Another.
The sting of the crop travels through the leather as if it’s an electric current sending an intense sensation through me.
“The tops of your breasts are rosy pink, Skye. So beautiful. Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes, please. Whatever you want.”
I bring the crop down once more and then again. She gasps and then sighs. Gasps and then sighs. Gasps—
“Oh!”
Fuck. I can’t take it anymore. I pull one nipple clamp off, freeing her nipple. Then the other. Then I suck. Take that engorged nipple between my lips and suck hard. Her nipples will be sore tomorrow, but that’s okay, because every time she feels the prick of pain, she’ll know I was there.
She’ll know those nipples belong to me.
I continue sucking. One nipple and then the other. I lick the pebbled flesh, nip at the hard nubs. She writhes beneath me, pulling at her restraints, moaning, arching.
In a flash, I grab one of the ice cubes from the nightstand and touch it to a nipple.
“Oh!”
Her areola shrinks up tight.
Nice. Very nice. So beautiful.
I trail the ice cube around both nipples and then over the tops of her breasts. She shudders, and the chill of her skin floats up to me, making goose bumps rise on my forearms.
I trail down her flat belly, letting the warmth of her skin melt the ice into a tiny river that pools in her belly button. Again I imagine a piercing there—a barbell I can tug on with my fingers, my teeth.
I continue the path of ice down her vulva.
When I touch it briefly to her clit, she jerks and arches.
“Braden!” she cries.
“Baby,” I say, my voice more of a raw growl. “We’ve only just begun.”
Chapter Fifty-Three
I slip the ice cube inside her then, and she lifts her hips. I let her embrace the chill for a moment, until I can’t take it any longer. I spread her legs and dive between them, replacing the ice with my hot tongue.
I devour her pussy, licking and sucking, moving upward to her clit but then leaving it before she can reach the precipice.
The ultimate tease. I’m good at it, and in the end, I know it’s better for the woman if she waits.
I eat her and eat her, sucking the cream from her hot pussy, letting it sweeten my tongue and slide down my throat. God, I could lick her forever and never tire of the soft texture of her folds, the tangy taste of her juices, the way she grinds into my face.
But all things must end, and now I have something to say to her—something that may surprise her.
I leave her pussy then, and she whimpers.
I move forward, brushing my chest against her breasts, my cock aching for her heat. I kiss her chest, her neck, and then her earlobe.
“I know your secret, Skye.”
“Wh-What secret?”
“You only come when you give up control.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, away from the black silk.
“That surprises you?” I say softly.
She says nothing.
I’m not surprised this is news to her. She probably also doesn’t realize that I know she never climaxed before me. I’ve been with a lot of women. I know the signals.
And I also know how to recognize a potential submissive. I recognized one that day in Addison’s office, when Skye dropped the contents of her purse.
“I’ve given you climax after climax,” I continue, “but only when you yield to me. You told me tonight that your fight is over. That I have your control.”
“Y-Yes,” she says.
“Do you know what that means to me?”
“N-No.”
“It means you’re mine, Skye. In this bedroom—in the dark—you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she echoes. “Yours in the dark.”
Her words feel like salvation, and the truth of them spears into my heart with warmth and love.
Then I thrust my cock into her.
She arches into the invasion.
“So much more I want to do to you,” I say against her cheek. “So much more. And now that I have your control, I will. But for now, I want to fuck you like this, while you can’t touch me, can’t see me. Your tits are so beautiful, your nipples red from the clamps and your chest pink from my crop. Colors I gave you, Skye. Colors that prove you’re mine here in the dark.”
“Yours,” she says again as she wraps her legs over my hips.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Such completeness. The sexual act has never felt more acute, more intense, more excruciatingly mind-blowing.
It’s the emotion.
Emotion I’ve never felt.
Emotion I never thought I could feel.
Emotion I never had the desire to feel.
It’s all part of this passion, this pleasure.