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)
Cooper shrugged. “I’m with Kara. You two are way too sweet for a club like this.”
Tasha moved to his side, still holding his hand. “We are not, thank you, and we want to do all the perverted stuff. We can be sweet and nasty at the same time.”
He didn’t care that they were making fun of him. He was perfectly comfortable being gooey and romantic with this woman. She was worth any ribbing he got. “Then let’s get perverted, sweetness.”
She winked his way, and they began their night.
An hour later, he closed the door to the privacy room.
“I think the Aussies are way more hardcore than the Americans. We need to talk about all those needles because that might be a hard limit, Dare.”
He wasn’t playing with her. Well, not that way. They’d spent an hour watching scenes and talking about the lifestyle in an intellectual fashion, but now it was time to live his fantasies, and they didn’t include talking about her hard limits. He knew them. “Present yourself to me properly, Tasha.”
She turned and seemed surprised for a moment, then her expression cleared and she relaxed. The privacy room was small, with a bed and a spanking bench and a long table with all of his brand-new kit laid out. He’d bought every item with her in mind. Her heels clicked along the hardwoods as she made her way to him and then dropped gracefully to her knees, her head tilted down and palms up on her thighs.
“I am so happy to be here with you,” he whispered as he put a hand on her head.
“I am, too, Dare. I’m so happy I walked into that pub and found you.”
He reached down and brought her chin up. He loved hearing those words, but she’d been tense all evening. As they watched the scenes, there had been a weird distance between them, and he wanted to demolish any walls she was thinking about erecting between them. “I want you to wear my collar.”
A brilliant smile crossed her face, and he felt some of the tension leave her. “Yes.”
It was so easy with this woman. This was what his college friends meant when they said they’d found the one. He’d never understood, but now he did. Tasha fit with him. She’d so easily become part of his life, one he wasn’t sure he could do without. “I promise I’m going to make this work. No matter what.”
Her eyes flared, a stubborn look he’d come to love. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“And I’m keeping the promise I made to you earlier. On the bench, love, and you don’t need that gorgeous corset. I’ve got a robe for you to wear when we join your cousin and her friend.” He reached for her hand, helping her up and turning her around so he could unlace her corset.
She was still for him. “You’re good at this.”
He wasn’t. He was fumbling with the laces, but his girl was always trying to praise him. It made him want to be worthy of it. He kissed her shoulder as he managed to loosen the corset. She lifted her arms, and he brought it over her head. “Sweet words won’t save you.”
“I was only trying to help.”
He loved this game.
She turned and her eyes were wide and innocent, and she placed her hands behind her back, making her breasts thrust out. “I didn’t know another way to get into the very important luncheon, Sir. I was only thinking of you.”
“You were thinking of me when you hiked your skirt up and showed that asshole your legs?” She was still wearing too much. The tiny thong covered her gorgeous pussy, and now that they were alone, he wanted absolutely nothing hidden from him. “Give me the thong.”
Her hands went to the band, dragging it down her legs. “Yes. I was thinking about you. I was good at providing a distraction, wasn’t I, Sir? You needed a distraction this afternoon.”
Such a brat. He took the thong she offered him. “Then let me provide you with one this evening. Go to the bench.”
A shadow crossed her face. “Maybe we should talk first.”
What was bothering her? He’d thought it was the expiration date he’d placed on them before, but he’d been clear this evening that wasn’t happening. “Maybe you should obey me. I have some questions, but we can work this out while you accept my discipline.”
Her nose wrinkled sweetly. “My mother told me it would be this way if I ended up with a top. I should have listened to her.”
She turned and marched over to the spanking bench, that pert ass of hers swaying and making his cock tighten.
“Your mother told you not to find a top? Seriously?” She’d talked a bit about her parents, but it surprised him every time.