Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Around thirty she sagged against him.
He stopped, his hand smoothing over her skin. It was likely nice and pink.
“I’m okay, Master. Not even thinking about using a safe word.” She might never use it again. “You can finish.”
This smack jarred her. “I will finish when I decide to finish, brat.”
She went still. She wasn’t usually this bratty in the middle of a scene. She stroked his leg. He was still on the edge and would be for a while. It was odd how calm she felt about the surgery knowing Jared would be there. His anxiety seemed to have quelled her own.
“You’re so beautiful.” His fingers brushed against her skin. “Your ass looks good pink, brat. I think it will be that way a lot.”
She rubbed her cheek against his leg. “Probably.”
“And this didn’t bother you at all, did it?” He smacked her ass, a lighter touch this time, as though he was coming down, too.
“No. I enjoyed it. I’m afraid if you’re really going to punish me, you’ll have to make me sit in a corner and not talk. That would bother me. This mostly makes me want to have wicked sex with you, but I’ll be honest, most things do that.”
He chuckled, running his hand over her skin. “Is that true? I think I can handle that. And I’m going to hold my last nine strokes for a later date. If I can’t truly punish you, then I’ll reward myself. Get on your knees, my love.”
He shifted her off his lap and she found herself on her knees between his legs, staring at the place where his cock pressed against his jeans.
Oh, yes. She could do that.
* * * *
Jared wasn’t sure he would survive this experience. Sarah reached out and gently started to open the fly of his jeans. He wanted to do it himself and then shove her head toward his cock, but he was determined to prove he had some restraint.
He’d never had to prove it before her. He was always in control when it came to sex. Control was a necessary part of the pleasure, but with Sarah sex was a wildfire that threatened to consume them both. He wanted to take his time with her. His sub. His wife.
She was going to be his wife.
God, he couldn’t lose her.
“Stay with me.” Sarah stared up at him as though she could read his mind. “I want to be alone with you. I don’t want it in here.”
It. The surgery. The chance that she might have cancer. It threatened to swallow him up, but he had to be stronger than that today. He had to concentrate on her. “Then you should take my mind off it. You should make sure I can’t think about anything but the way your mouth feels on my cock. Do you think you can do that?”
She smiled up at him. “I think I can, Master.”
She eased the fly of his jeans apart, and he had to take a deep breath when her soft hand brushed his cock. His whole body tightened.
He hadn’t scared her at all. He knew he’d been rough on her, but he’d needed to know exactly how she liked to play. And he’d needed her to submit to him today. Tomorrow would be another story. Tomorrow he would get on his knees for her, but today, he needed this.
And that was what their marriage would be like, each gracefully bending to be what the other needed.
What he needed right now was her mouth on his cock. He needed to spend the next couple of days naked against her, curled up beside her when he wasn’t inside her.
She took his cock in hand and then he wasn’t thinking about the future or the past. There was nothing at all but how she could make him feel.
“Grip me harder.”
She tightened that perfectly manicured hand around his cock. Her nails were always some pretty color. He adored that about her. Now he watched as those pink-tipped hands stroked him right before she leaned over and dragged her tongue over the head of his dick.
His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. She lavished his cock with affection, playing with him like he was her favorite toy. He knew he should be more in control, but he was far too busy watching her, watching the way his cock disappeared behind her sultry lips, how her tongue curled around him and darted out to lap up the bead of arousal that pulsed from the slit.
All the while her hand stroked him, squeezing him the way her pussy was going to when he got inside her. She would be so tight he wouldn’t be able to breathe, wouldn’t be able to do anything except pump himself inside her.
He hissed when her teeth scraped lightly over him and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. There would be more than enough time for that later. Later he would come all over her, but this first time since the moment they’d promised to be together, this time he wanted her with him.