Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
He needed this. If she thought this was about anything but working through his pain, she would refuse him. But Dare didn’t understand that a person could fuck up and still be loved. He’d been taught to trust no one and that he always had to be perfect.
“On your knees.”
Yep. Brutal. The good news was she had a safe word, and she would bet he wouldn’t make her use it.
She dropped to the soft fabric of the carpet and sat back on her heels, well aware that her nipples were hard and her hair flowing around her shoulders. Allowing her knees to open slightly, she gave him her biggest, subbiest eyes. “Like this, Sir?”
His cock strained against his slacks. “Yes, Tasha. That’s perfect, and I should remember that. You’re too perfect to be real, but I’ll take what you’re so willing to give me. I won’t feel bad about walking away from you when this is done.”
She had to pray he was wrong about that. “Understood.”
“Take my cock out.”
She undid his belt and carefully eased the zipper down. In seconds he was spilling out, filling her palm with his hard flesh. She stroked him once and then twice as a pearly drop appeared from the slit of his dick.
She leaned over and swiped her tongue across his cockhead.
His hand found her hair and twisted to the right side of pain. “I didn’t tell you to do that, sub. If I wasn’t worried about my state of mind, I would spank you right now. Another rule. You don’t touch me unless I tell you to. I told you to take my cock out, not to lick me.”
There was the ache again. He was putting walls between them. He would take pleasure from her, but only on his terms.
“Yes, Sir.” She sat back. Her first instinct was to go as cold as he was, to protect herself. But she’d done this to him. He would welcome her coldness. It would prove to him who she was, and that was bullshit. She was Tasha Taggart. She didn’t melt in the face of some pretty reasonable irritation. She would never let him walk all over her, but she could take a bit of punishment if it bought them the time they needed. So instead of chill, she looked up at him, a warm smile on her face. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he admitted. “I’m going to use you. The only thing you need to do is tap my leg if you can’t handle it.”
So he was going to be a little brutal. It might be fun if they weren’t so emotional. They could play raiding Vikings. Or she could have been forced into a hot alien breeding program. Her mom had let her read way too many romance novels at a young age. “All right.”
“Why are you doing this, Tasha?” There was an ache in his voice.
Oh, she was doing this because he was still asking the question. She would do it until the answer was imbedded in his soul. “Because I love you. Because I screwed up, but I won’t let that stop me from fighting for us.”
He shook his head and his hands twisted in her hair again as though the very words had sent some unnamed emotion through him. Unwanted emotion.
She vowed to make him want it.
“Take me,” he ordered as he shoved his cock against her lips.
Tasha let her submissive side take over as she opened her mouth. That big, gorgeous cock of his invaded and filled her. He wasn’t playing. He shoved his cock in until she gagged and then brought it back out only to thrust in again. Tears pierced her eyes, not from pain or discomfort, but from the real hurt rolling off the man she loved.
That hurt made it easy to let him fuck her mouth, to thrust in and pull out until she swallowed around him and he filled her with every drop he had.
“You take it all,” he ordered. “Don’t you lose a drop.”
She swallowed, his cock softening as she licked him clean.
Now he would praise her and likely move to the bed.
Dare stepped back, buckling his slacks. “I’m going to take a shower. You can sleep in here or on the couch. I don’t care.”
Now tears pierced her eyes for a different reason. She’d been sure they would end up in bed together.
“Did you think one blow job would fix all the damage you did?” His voice had gone low, almost sympathetic. “I hate to disillusion you, but I’ve had better. Go to bed. That’s all you’re getting out of me tonight. If you feel like you need something more, you can go through my phone and get some intel. That should be payment enough.”