Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Even though we're docked at a pier, Sergio has somehow quietly called his staff to join us.
The boat crawls slowly away from the pier, out into the vast ocean.
Sergio’s phone rings. He silences it with a look that would make a dog tuck its tail between its legs.
Stubbornly, it vibrates and lights flash.
He growls louder, and the phone continues to defy him with another ring.
Finally, with a growl, he takes the call.
“Timeo. I’m signing off for the night. If it’s an emergency, and I mean someone’s going to die, I’m on the boat. You’re in charge for tonight.”
Then he takes his phone, shuts it off, and throws it onto a counter in the galley, where it slides and crashes into the wall at the far end. I blink and look at him.
“Fuck that phone.”
It feels like a testament, as if he openly defies anyone to dare call him on that phone again.
I lick my lips and nod. “F-fuck that phone.”
My cheeks heat with color when his eyes widen. “Did you just swear, Eden?”
I stand primly with my hands behind my back. “I believe I did, sir.”
Holding my gaze, he unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt and shakes his head. “But that was a naughty thing to do.”
“But you—”
The look he gives me makes me stop talking. I wouldn’t say he’s teasing, but the air’s pregnant with anticipation, as if he’s been hoping I’d do something that would give him an excuse to…
To dominate me.
I want that so badly.
“I did,” I say repentantly, wondering if he can hear the sensual note laced in my words when I hang my head. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
I tremble in anticipation, my heart beating faster when he shakes his head and tugs at a wooden chair.
“What should I do with you?” With a shake of his head, he rolls up his sleeves.
I war with my inner censor. I tell myself I shouldn’t do this. I remind myself I’m a married woman, that I can’t let—
And then he touches me. Reaching for me, he draws me closer to him.
He outlines my lips with his finger before his lips brush across mine.
I sigh and moan as he sits and draws me onto his lap. My legs dangle over the side, my arms wrapped around his shoulders. He holds me close with the gentle swaying of the ship and kisses me again.
“I crave putting you over my lap,” he says in a low whisper in my ear. “I want to overpower you. I want to dominate you.” With a gentle stroke of his hand on my cheek, he says, “Your submission is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Eden. You give it to me freely. I want more.”
I lay myself over his lap without reservation, freely, with abandon and the certain knowledge that he’s going to fulfill his promise to show me the world of domination and submission. I close my eyes, lost to sensation, as he cradles me against him.
“Beautiful,” he says softly, the heavy weight of his palm on my butt. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I barely recognize my own voice laced in sensual warmth.
The first smack of his palm makes me shiver with need. The second has me stifling a moan as waves of pleasure course through me. When he strokes his palm over my sensitive skin, pulsing heat throbs between my legs. I stifle a whimper. With the third stroke, a spasm of pleasure ripples through me. And then I’m lost to sensation, my thoughts cease, and all I want is for him to do more… more anything, really. The feeling of letting everything go and letting him take charge is so exhilarating I feel I could fly.
“Good girl. You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, Eden?”
“Mmm. Yes, sir. I will,” I whisper. He parts my legs and touches me. I shudder through a spasm of pleasure and a promise of more. He lifts me up.
“Not yet, baby,” he says, holding me to his chest. “Not yet. Come here.”
With fluid moves, he puts me on his lap facing him, my legs on either side of him.
Good girl.
Obedience.
Punish.
Sergio takes the trauma from my past and casts it in a new light. I’m no longer ashamed of who I am. I’m… empowered.
And with that knowledge, I shed the last vestige of hesitation. I ignore the warning bells that clang in my mind. When he kisses my cheek, I sigh.
I fully surrender.
“I want you, Eden. I want to make love to you,” he says, his fingers gently caging my neck as he whispers. The softness of his tone does nothing to bely the heated passion that vibrates between us. I hear him swallow. He’s been holding himself back. Out of respect for me, he’s held back.