Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
I startle, hating and loving the tightening between my legs. It’s impossible to be in control of my body when he’s around, not when he confiscates and incinerates that control as if it’s his birth right.
After a futile attempt at calming myself, I climb onto the table. Once I’m sitting, he tuts.
“Open your legs as wide as you can. Feet and palms on the table.”
My cheeks heat and I can feel the thudding pulse in my neck. A part of me wants to fight this, but I’m unable to under his scrutinizing gaze, so I lift my legs and get into the position he asked.
My dress pushes back to my middle, revealing my bare thighs and the lace of my panties.
Panties that Creighton sees as soon as he walks in front of me. He remains there, as still as a statue, while I tremble and feel completely out of my element.
I start to close my legs, but a mere stern look from him is enough to make me abort the idea.
Damn it.
Why does he look like a completely different person right now and why am I reacting this strongly to it?
“That’s one.” He pulls the chair from my desk and throws his weight on it, sitting at eye level with my pussy. “Disobey me again, and it’ll be ten.”
This close, I’m drowning in his intoxicating scent while his dark eyes devour what’s between my legs.
“You said you were taking my warnings seriously, no?”
I nod, trying and failing not to focus on the angle he’s seeing me from. This is so intimate, the type of intimacy that leaves my lungs heaving for air.
His hand shoots up between my legs and I gasp when he cups me through my panties, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh.
“So how come you’re soaking wet, little purple?”
My palms turn sweaty as I purse my lips.
“Where’s that smart mouth now?” He tugs on my panties so the seam rubs against my folds. “Or is that only saved for spouting lies?”
The friction from the taut fabric on my overstimulated folds is both pleasurable and painful. I’m starting to think maybe those two sensations go hand in hand with Creighton.
“You’re such a cocktease, walking around with your little skirts and lace panties, begging to be disciplined.” His hand comes down on my pussy. Hard. “But you can’t pull out now. That’s not how this works. Do you know why?”
My whole body jerks from the power of his hit, tears spring into my eyes, and more arousal coats my panties and his hand.
His savage eyes meet mine, dripping with carnal, animalistic sadism. “Because I’ve decided you’ll be my toy.”
And then he’s on me.
His veiny hand wraps around my thigh, making it look so small as he dives between my legs. His stubbled jaw scratches my sensitive inner flesh when his teeth nibble on my pussy through my panties, then he all but tears them from my core.
My body trembles, but it goes into a full shock when he thrusts his sharp tongue inside my opening.
I arch off the table, jerking, but his hold brings me back down.
Holy. Hell.
It takes everything in me to not move too much. I try to clench my legs together for some friction. Something, anything, but his ruthless grip on my thigh forbids me to.
My head rolls back as sparks of pleasure spread from my core and across my whole body.
He expertly rolls my clit between his thumb and forefinger at the same insane pace that he tongue-fucks me.
My hips jerk forward and I only realize it once the frantic rhythm of his tongue nearly unravels me. I lift my hands to grab onto his hair and I basically ride his face as stars dance across my vision.
A powerful orgasm washes over me.
It’s more desperate this time, so absolutely unhinged in its strength that I’m surprised I don’t pass out.
My lids lower, camouflaged by my lashes as I attempt to muffle my shameless moans.
Creighton’s head peeks from between my legs and he slaps my pussy so ruthlessly that I yelp.
Pleasure mixes with pain and I have no clue if the tears clinging to my eyes are due to the former or the latter.
“Did I say that you could remove your hand from the table?”
I shake my head and he glares.
“No,” I murmur as my sweaty palm falls back on the table.
“And what did I say your punishment would be?”
“Oh.”
“Oh isn’t an answer.”
“Ten.”
Frightening excitement covers his features at the promise of punishing me. He gets off on the knowledge that he’ll inflict pain, that my flesh will bear a map of his making.
“Start counting.” His hand comes down on my pussy again and I flinch, gasping.
The pain of his slaps mounts with each one, offering a minimal amount of pleasure, enough to make me want to come yet not enough to allow me to.