Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I allowed myself a cruel grin, and her pretty eyes rolled back on a low moan of tormented desire.
“You can close your eyes, but you can’t hide from me, kitten,” I warned her darkly. “Not anymore.”
She shuddered, her fists clenching my shirt tighter. My defiant little pet had gotten confused over the last few days. I’d allowed her to continue with her verbal sparring, and that distraction had caused her to become far too comfortable in the cage I’d designed for her. The quick-witted mind that I coveted was now locked within a body that was thoroughly under my control.
I shifted my hold on her, arranging her exactly as I wanted. Even when I parted the silk robe, she offered no resistance. She shivered as I revealed her breasts, pushing the silk aside without touching her peaked nipples directly. All of her obstinate focus centered on preventing herself from biting down rather than hiding her nakedness from my hungry gaze.
“Such a stubborn little pet.” I chuckled as I laid her back on the dining table, dragging her ass to the edge so I could notch myself between her spread thighs. “But so confused. I don’t think you realize how well behaved you’re being right now. I ordered you not to bite, and you’re trying so hard to obey.”
Her eyes snapped open, glinting with a sudden surge of anger.
I savored her defiance, drawing it to the surface so that I could shatter it. For too long, she’d kept herself aloof from me, allowing me to caress her but not surrendering any more of her mind. I would coax out every ounce of her defiance until she had none left.
“Go on, kitten,” I taunted. “Bite down, and see what happens. Of course, you could just spit it out. I dare you.”
She growled around the berry, and I pressed my palm against her throat just in time to prevent her from lashing out at me. Her hands closed around my wrist as I applied enough pressure to restrict her breathing, and I allowed her to struggle. She would work all of the aggression out of her system.
I picked up the small porcelain pot that held the rest of the chocolate sauce, holding it high above her, so she could see what I was doing. I stared down into her lovely eyes, watching her emotions flicker across them: anger, lust, and a hint of fear.
She recognized the merciless intent of my game now, the ruthless tactics I was using against her. The knowledge of her weakened state alarmed her, but her pussy was already hot and wet. I could feel my slacks growing damp from her arousal, and I pressed my erection against her core, a dark promise of the inevitable.
“I haven’t had anything sweet yet,” I told her with mock reproach before fixing her with a brutal smirk. “My turn.”
I tipped the porcelain pot, moving so slowly that she quivered in anticipation. Her back arched off the table when the first drop of chocolate hit her sensitized flesh, the force of her sensual reaction proving how tightly wound she’d become. She writhed as I poured a steady stream of sweetness over her chest, decorating her breasts with delicious warmth.
My mouth watered, and I bit back a growl. Her wriggling stimulated my dick, her hips undulating against me where I trapped her thighs wide open.
I leaned over her, my fingers flexing on her neck in warning. Her hands released their grip on my wrist and flew to my shoulders, clutching on tight. She stilled, her body trembling and her eyes dark with need.
I brushed my thumb over her mouth, inspecting the berry for damage. Her teeth sank into the soft flesh, leaving a hint of juice on her lips. But her gag was still intact, and I intended to leave it in place until she completely lost all control.
I lowered my face to hers, flicking my tongue over her lips to let her know that I could taste the first sign of her surrender.
“Naughty pet,” I chided. “You can do better than that.”
A broken, frustrated whine caught in her throat, her mind torn between rage at her enforced obedience and stubborn refusal to allow me to punish her.
Other than the sound of her anger, she made no move to fight me off. Her fingers sank into my shoulders, her nails digging in through my shirt.
I clenched my teeth around a hiss, my hard shaft throbbing in response to her carnal aggression. I wasn’t certain if she wanted to hurt me or hold me closer, and I didn’t think she knew, either.
A shred of my own control slipped, and I attacked without finesse, sinking my teeth into her shoulder and sucking at the drop of sweet chocolate I’d left there.
She cried out and jerked beneath me, but I held her fast with my hand around her throat, pinning her without restricting her air supply.