Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
It was everything Hop hadn’t known he’d needed.
Rafe didn’t let him go for long, long minutes, murmuring sweet and supportive things that didn’t make sense and didn’t need to. Just the sound of his voice was enough to keep Hop from drowning.
Rafe didn’t move the whole time Hop cried against his shirt, no doubt leaving makeup and tear stains on the formerly pristine cotton.
If Rafe didn’t care, who was Hop to worry?
It was that thought that settled him. The overwhelming tide of freedom at knowing Rafe was in charge. Hop didn’t need to think.
It was staggering.
He shuddered out a watery sigh and snaked his arms around Rafe’s waist.
“Thank you,” he said. “Sir.”
Rafe simply rested a cheek on his hair.
They were both still hard. His ass burned and he ached in places he’d never felt before. Not even strenuous hours of dance rehearsal had worked the muscles that Rafe had worked.
But he felt amazing. Like a diamond freshly cut and polished, shining bright and new.
“Wait right here,” Rafe said, as he extricated himself. He crossed to the bar and came back with a bottle of water, which he opened and handed to Hop. “Drink up.”
Hop accepted it, his thirst suddenly undeniable. The water was cool and refreshing.
Rafe opened a drawer and pulled out a tube. “Turn around, pet. Let me take care of that gorgeous skin. I don’t want you bruising.”
Hop didn’t even question him now, just presented his ass for attention. The cream was a relief. He rested his cheek on the metal desktop as Rafe worked it into his tender flesh.
“You mark up so prettily,” Rafe said. “Such a beautiful pink.” The praise in his voice was even more soothing than the water.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Don’t think I’m going to forget about the rest of your punishment just because you’re being all obedient and sweet at the moment.” Rafe’s tone was playful but still held a weight that was undeniable.
But it was the words that made Hop’s belly flutter. There was more.
How could there be more? He was already a puddle of quivering need and angst.
The idea was both terrifying and reassuring.
Yeah, he was nuts. It was official. But all Hop could do was grin into the crook of his elbow, because Rafe’s hands were on him. And damn, it felt good.
Chapter Seventeen
Rafe had never used his full strength on a sub before, but he couldn’t deny how exciting it was not to hold back. The way Hop had begged for more had twisted itself through Rafe’s blood and ignited all of his dark fantasies.
He took his time, now, though, doing his best to ignore the aching between his legs. Aftercare was a necessary part of the experience. He wouldn’t rush through it just because his dick was pinched awkwardly and his balls felt like they were on fire. Hop’s well-being came before everything else.
That’s just how it was.
Besides, he was getting a ton of enjoyment out of Hop’s reactions. It was adorable how he purred and arched and silently begged for more.
Adorable in a cock-tingling sort of way.
But eventually, the cream had done its job and there was no reason to prolong the massage. He twisted the cap on the tube and dropped it into the drawer. Then he sat on his chair.
“On your knees,” Rafe ordered.
Hop looked a bit dazed, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t even hesitate, just sank to the floor between Rafe’s thighs and looked up at him for more. His makeup was a mess, streaks of mascara ran under his eyes, and his lipstick was smeared. But he was stunning like this, all open and willing, ready for whatever Rafe threw at him.
“Take my cock out.”
Hop’s tongue swept out to lick his bottom lip. Whether it was calculated or not, the move sent a ripple of need through Rafe strong enough that he gripped the armrests until his knuckles cracked. It was a lesson in self-destruction, having to endure Hop’s long slender fingers fumbling with his belt and then suffering through the agonizing wait as Hop released the button and lowered his zipper, so fucking carefully, Rafe had to grit his teeth.
He didn’t move. Didn’t help. Just watched those wide blue eyes, the flutter of lashes, and the deepening pink of his cheeks. Finally, Hop freed his dick from its confines. Rafe couldn’t stop the relieved groan that followed because Hop hadn’t let go. His sure grip stroked Rafe from root to tip. After days without jerking off, nights full of temptation, hell, he was so close to blowing his load it wasn’t even funny.
Rafe grabbed Hop’s wrist to stop the delicious torture. “Suck it.”
A pucker appeared between Hop’s brows. “My punishment is to suck your cock?” Clearly he didn’t think much of the prospect.
“No, your punishment is not coming while you suck my cock.” Realization dawned on Hop’s face and Rafe was sadist enough it made his balls sing. He continued and didn’t bother hiding the smile in his voice, “Your punishment is not coming until tomorrow. Not coming until I have you in my bed and I say you can.”