Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Fingers fumbling together, I try to keep my body still as he continues to approach me, like a lion hunting its prey. Slowly, his eyes transfixed, almost as if I make one move and he’ll have me on the ground in a matter of seconds. Chest rising and falling, I tip my head back and look at him when he is in front of me, his skin almost burning hot as his body head radiates over to mine.
“We can’t,” I protest, very weakly.
“We can.”
I shake my head with confusion, but he doesn’t elaborate.
He reaches for my chin, just like he did earlier, and he curls his big fingers around it, tipping my head back.
“I’m goin’ to fuck you.”
Eyes widening, I gasp.
I’m speechless, I have no words.
My body reacts even before I get the chance to talk myself out of his. My panties become damp, and I squeeze my legs together in a poor attempt at stopping my arousal.
“You’re goin’ to do as I say.”
I try to shake my head, but he doesn’t let it move.
“You don’t want it?”
His voice is gravelly, deliciously rich, and I can’t help the throbbing that slowly increases between my legs.
Do I dare?
Do I let him in that deep? That far? Do I open myself up to him? Do I want him inside me?
God, I do.
I really do.
That scares me the most, especially after today.
Is my mind so twisted that I’m actually considering this?
“I ...” I try, but my voice is betraying me.
“Yes or no.”
Biting my lip, I stare up at him.
“Yes,” I say, before my brain even has a chance to change my mind.
“I have rules.”
Rules?
He has rules?
“Do not touch me.”
Don’t touch him? At all? I don’t understand?
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because I said don’t. Clear?”
I can only think of one thing that he’s asking of me right now, and I’m not sure it’s a situation I’m comfortable with. Not entirely, anyway.
“Are you asking me to submit?”
My voice comes out shaky, my stomach twisting with nerves.
“Yes.”
Oh.
Oh. My.
“And if I don’t?” I breathe.
He leans down until his lips are nearly touching mine. “Then I walk.”
I’ve never been in a situation like this before. All the men I’ve been with have been gentle, if not boring, lovers. Western is telling me that I have to keep my hands off, and he is the boss. He will control the entire situation, and if I try to have a say, he will leave. How am I to enjoy it, if I can’t put my hands on him? My lips on his skin? My mouth on his cock?
“I can’t touch you at all?” I ask.
“No.”
“Then how will I enjoy it?”
Releasing my jaw, he steps back. “You’ll enjoy it.”
The way he says that, his tone gravelly and confident, has my insides heating.
“What if I don’t want it anymore?” I go on.
“You tell me to stop, I stop.”
It’s that simple.
But is it?
I nod, a small, sharp jerk of my head.
“Strip,” he orders, his face expressionless.
Right now?
Here?
“R-r-r-right here?”
“Right here.”
Oh god.
What have I gotten myself into?
WITH SHAKING FINGERS, I gently reach for my pants, unbuttoning the top. I’m generally a confident person but stripping in front of a man that looks like Western, is unnerving to say the least. I’ve seen his wife, and I’m certain that if he wasn’t married, the kind of women he could have would be out of this world stunning. That isn’t me. I’m beautiful in my own way, sure, but I’m not a magnificent woman who knocks men off their feet.
“Shirt first,” Western orders and I pause, meeting his gaze.
“I don’t...”
“Now.”
He told me I can stop at any moment, but the truth of the matter is, I’m not going to. We both know that. I’m not going to stop because I want this encounter with him. Partially because I’m hoping it’ll open him up a bit more to talk about what happened that day, but also because I have a lusty crush on the man, and I want to know what it will feel like to be beneath him, his cock driving into my flesh, his big body hovering over mine. I need that.
I’m desperate for it.
Reaching for my shirt, I take the hem and slowly lift it over my head, tossing it on the floor. My hands automatically cover up my pudgy little stomach and his eyes flash with frustration. “Hands down.”
“I’m not skinny and lean like your...”
“Now.”
His voice is gruff, and he’s not taking any shit from me.
Swallowing, I move my hands. His eyes scan over my body and heat rises in my cheeks, but I don’t cover myself up again. Instead, I reach around my back and unclip my bra, letting it fall to the ground. My breasts jut forward, bouncing just a touch. My nipples harden almost immediately when Western’s eyes fall on them, and I can’t stop my hands from shaking and my skin from prickling. His face doesn’t change, which is incredibly frustrating because it’s so hard to know what he’s thinking. His eyes don’t flash with desire. He just stays impassive.