Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“You don’t listen well, luv. I gave you specific instructions as to what you’re supposed to do. You’ve ignored each and every word, and that’s something we’re going to have to fix.” He tweaked her other breast, tugging and then twisting. She shivered and bit back a low moan of pure sensual excitement.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand. I thought we were going out to the club.”
“Because you’re thinking again and that ain’t your job tonight. Tonight you’re going to wipe that brilliant brain of yours clean and leave everything to me. You’re going to obey your Master and let him take control.” Both hands had come up, rolling her nipples softly, but she knew what he could do if he wanted to. There was a delicious menace to that touch. “You’re going to spend the rest of the evening thinking of nothing but pleasing me. Now do as I bloody well asked or I’ll find a way to make you remember.”
That sounded like a deliciously dirty threat, but she was fairly certain she’d pushed him too far already. There was a whole night to get through.
No, there was a whole night to enjoy. Why did she think that way? Why was everything something to get through and not something to experience and enjoy?
She moved to the conference table, not bothering to retie her top. Her breasts were out, but somehow that felt right, too. He hadn’t given her instructions to fix the top so she left it as it was. Her nipples were still hard and aching and the cool air seemed to soothe them mightily. She placed her hands on the flat top of the conference room table and moved her feet until they were shoulder width apart. What else had he commanded? Arse in the air. Yeah, she could do that.
Breathe. Forget about everything but this moment. She took in the way her muscles stretched and how it felt when Brody’s big hand covered the small of her back, the way her breasts dangled. Nothing else mattered but how her body felt, how she obeyed her Master.
Hours of respite. That was what he was offering her. Hours where she didn’t have to worry about anything but him, and he wasn’t anything to worry about. He was Brody Carter and he would never hurt her.
A loud smack broke the silence and she nearly howled at the pain.
Well, he wouldn’t hurt her in any way that didn’t do something for her. The slaps to her cheeks made her body heat in a way she hadn’t thought was possible.
“Do you understand why I’m spanking you?” Brody slapped her cheeks, a nasty swat that made her whole body tighten.
She knew she should probably say something submissive about disobeying her Master and this was the only way she could learn, but she knew that wasn’t the real answer. “Because you think this is the only way to get me out of my head, to force me to let go of all the crap that drags me down all day long.”
Another whack, this one right on the split of her cheeks. His hand lingered, one finger pressing slightly against the swimsuit bottom, making her aware of her ass. “Yes. Because this is fun. Because this is play. Don’t you ever think for a second I don’t respect the hell out of you. Don’t think there’s anything dirty about this. The last thing I want is to give you something else to feel guilty about.”
“I kind of like the thought that it’s dirty, Brody. It feels dirty, but not in a bad way. Believe me, babe, I know what it feels like to be dirty, like nothing in the world can clean me up. This isn’t it. This is different.” He’d told her what his fear was—that he would drag her down, too. She couldn’t let him believe that. Not even for a second. Not even with everything between them. “I’m not trying to get you to hurt me for any reason other than this feels good. I like it. I know what it means to try to punish myself and this isn’t even close. I know what to do to make it stop.”
“I want to give you what you need,” he said, an ache in his voice. “But sometimes I worry about what you think you deserve.”
“I agreed to agree with you all night. I deserve this. I deserve this playtime with you, Brody. I want it more than I can say.” Which was exactly why she’d tried to get out of it, but she had to change her thinking. She couldn’t go through the rest of her life like this. She could see that plainly now.
Life often didn’t give her choices. Sometimes she felt as though she moved from one crisis to another, swept up in all of it. But perhaps that was the choice. Like Avery had said. She had to choose how to react to the things that happened to her, around her. She was being offered a choice now. Brody was giving it to her.