Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Her heavy breathing slows and her hands grip my hair tighter to the point of pain. She forces me to look up at her. Her narrowed gaze is heated. “Do you enjoy teasing me?”
“I want you to beg me.” My simple statement makes her grin.
“I don’t beg.” She releases my head and walks to the shower, which is still running. The shower is filled with so much steam she nearly vanishes as she steps into the glass stall. She doesn’t shut the door, though, and the steam flows out into the room, giving me a better view. “Come here.”
My gaze narrows but I immediately oblige.
“Everyone begs,” I tell her. My head tilts, waiting to see if she’s serious. Her hand reaches out and her splayed fingers push against my chest before I can join her. The hot sprays of water splash against her chest, reddening her skin. “Knees.” My brow furrows, but I do what she says and kneel on the small white bath mat.
“I don’t take it lightly that you didn’t let me get off.” Her admonishing tone sends a pulse of nervousness through my chest. She closes her eyes and lets the water hit her face and hair before streaming over her lush curves. “Now you’ll have to watch.” She opens her eyes and faces me before cupping my chin in her hand. “I wanted to let you pleasure me …” Her pitying voice turns stern as she continues, “… but I don’t need you to get mine.”
Her cold words crater my chest. My lips press into a hard line. I don’t fucking like this. “No.” It’s the only word that will escape my lips, my growl of contempt barely restrained as I speak.
“You did this to yourself.” She watches me through her thick lashes. “Take your punishment like a good boy and I’ll reward you.” She pats my head before adding, “I’m willing to believe you didn’t know any better.”
My fists clench at my sides to hold back from grabbing her waist, pushing her small body against the wall and pounding into her tight pussy. I could easily take her however I wanted, and she knows it. She’s taunting a beast, trying to tame me.
The moment is tense between us and I know she feels it too from the way her expression changes. A second passes and then another. “A good boy?”
“I need to be the one in charge, Vince,” she tells me with her voice tight. “If that’s not going to work, you—”
“Fine.” I cave before she can say another word. There’s something off about her, something ill at ease and frightened. But more importantly, she wants me. My mate, the only soul I’m meant to be with. “You want to call the shots?”
“I want you to do everything I say and nothing more.” With a second passing in silence, her long black hair slicked to her tan skin, her breasts taut and this dangerous woman vulnerable before me, she adds, “I’ll be good to you but this is how I need it.”
There is more. I’m certain of it. But for now, I ease her worries. We have a lifetime to spend together. And I don’t mind playing the part of whatever she needs in this role.
I grin and sit back on my heels, then say, “Yes, ma’am.” She smiles brightly, looking down at me with delight in her dark eyes that fills a void I’ve held in my chest for all my life.
“Call me Mistress.” I nearly come on the damn rug at her words. Stifling my groan, I regain my composure.
“Yes, Mistress.” My obedience makes her sharp fangs sink into her pouty bottom lip. The sight makes me want to beg her to bite me. Shit. Maybe some part of me wants to be her submissive. I want her to pierce my skin, marking me just as I plan on marking her.
Her fingers dip into her heat and she throws her head back, moaning at her own tender touch. She tilts her head to look at me with her fingers strumming along her clit. “You got me so close.” Her cadence is soft and full of yearning.
“Can I taste … Mistress?” My question makes her lips kick up into a smile. Her happiness fills my heart with pride. She offers me her fingers and I reach out a hand to hold them steady, but she pulls them away before I can touch her.
“Only taste.” She shakes her head, sending droplets of water down her breasts to the tips of her dark brown nipples before landing on the rug. “No touching.” Her mouth is parted slightly and her breasts rise and fall with her deep breaths. The smell of her arousal floods the bathroom. I place my hands on my thighs and lean forward. Giving her a wolfish grin, I stare into her dark eyes as I take her fingertips into my mouth to taste her honey. I let out a groan at the taste and sit back on my heels.