Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Yuki shrugs. “It’s exactly how it should be, for the kind of room you’ve chosen.”
My brows furrow. “The Nama Room, you mean?”
His gaze turns serious. “Why did you choose this room, anyway?”
“Shouldn’t I have?” I ask uncertainly. “I thought it sounded fairly normal, and it is, isn’t it? I figured since nama means raw, maybe it means they’d offer us a free plate of sashimi or—-” I break off when Yuki starts laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“You are. Nama doesn’t mean raw in this case,” he says gravely. “As you noticed earlier, senpai, the aesthetic of this room is rather plain. It’s meant to subtly reflect the type of sex that’s going to take place in it.”
I can only stare at him. “I still don’t get it.”
“Nama,” he enunciates ever so precisely, “refers to bareback sex.”
My body jerks at the words. “Oh. Dear.” I know I should tell him right this moment that’s not going to happen, and I do mean to say so, but then a picture starts to form in my mind. It’s Yuki, his handsome face a picture of arousal, looming over my naked body just before he plunges his length into me in all its rawness—-
NAMA.
He looks at me under hooded lids. “Is that what you want?”
My lips start to move. “Not...” In my mind, Yuki’s started to move, his length plunging deeper into me. My throat dries, and I hear myself whisper, “...just yet?”
A slight shudder rocks Yuki’s hard body. “Dammit, senpai.” He crosses the room, and I can only stare at him, trembling like some helpless prey just waiting to be devoured. “It’s foul play to say something that sexy when this room doesn’t have a single condom in it.”
Wetness starts to pool between my thighs when he reaches me. His face is hard, his breathing harsh, and his body rigid with sexual tension. Silence throbs between us, and I’m so far gone even that takes a whole different meaning. It’s making me think of other things that can throb. Something really long. And hard. And—-
A tiny whimper escapes me when I belatedly notice the change in Yuki’s gaze. It’s almost feral, and I can’t help comparing him to a ravenous beast, straining against its leash at the sight of a hapless slave girl. It wants to pounce on her—-
So pounce away, I think with reckless abandon. I can take it. I mean, she can take—-
Yuki’s gaze suddenly narrows. “Did you just have one of your fantasies again?”
Oh, shite. “Umm, no?” But I find myself taking a step back as he starts to advance towards me.
“And now you’re lying to me. I don’t like it when my toy lies to me.”
“I’m not your toy anymore—-”
“But you are.” Yuki’s tone is lazily possessive. “And you always will be.”
My breasts start to ache. There’s no one – just no one – who can do cocky and sexy the way Yuki can. The back of my knees hit the bed, and as I fall, Yuki’s right there, falling with me, his hard body molding over mine.
“Now tell me what I want to hear, senpai.”
It’s the god in him. He knows he can make women beg with just one word, one look—-
“Who do you belong to?”
And now it’s my turn, and heaven help me, but I can’t wait for it to happen.
“No one.” I know I’m provoking him, but I can’t help it. “I d-don’t belong to anyone.” I want...him to touch me. I want...him to feel me. And I want him...to make me beg for it.
His fingers grasp my hair in a grip, and the pain of it is devastatingly erotic. “You’re forcing my hand,” Yuki says roughly. “Aren’t you?” His grip tightens a fraction, and my lips part in a silent moan. Yuki sees this, and his eyes blaze. “I get it now,” he purrs. “You want me to punish you.”
His body shifts, his legs forcing mine, and that’s when I feel it—-
I whimper, and his nostrils flare. A moment later, and he rocks his body again, his hard, pulsing length rubbing against my swollen flesh, and my fingers dive into the muscled panes of his back as a gasp breaks out of my throat.
“I’ll give you what you want, senpai,” he rasps, “if you tell me what I want to hear.”
Aaaaah. The temptation is too much. It’s irresistible, intoxicating, and I hear myself moan, “Punish me.”
And he does.
His mouth crushes mine in a kiss, and it’s as punishingly hard as I need it to be. It has me moaning and writhing under him, and I suddenly feel like I’m suffocating inside my clothes. “Please.” Every moment that our bodies aren’t touching each other is agony. “Please, Yuki.” I want both of us naked, now. “Please—-”
But because this is a punishment, the torture doesn’t end. I hear the faint rustling of a drawer opening, and then Yuki is bringing my arms over my head. When I open my eyes, he’s already cuffing my wrists to the bed rail.