Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
He would slap her hard with it for that bratty reply, but the falls were buttery soft and wouldn’t sting at all. Instead he started at her toes and brushed the falls against her skin. “Only if you’re a good girl.”
“I feel good right now. I’ve played around with D/s and bondage, but not like this.”
He was curious. “You hadn’t tried D/s before we met.”
Her muscles relaxed as he continued his slow motion up her body. He dragged the falls over her thighs and onto her belly. “I hadn’t, so yes, I was curious after what you told me about it, but it doesn’t mean that I was thinking of you when I did it.”
“Not at all.” He wasn’t going to push her on this front. Not yet. He pulled the flogger over her breasts and watched how her heels dug into the bed. Her skin was exquisitely sensitive now, and he could use that to his advantage. “You went through a part of your life where you were out of control. D/s can help you feel like you’re in control. It’s precisely why I got into the lifestyle.”
“I thought you got into it for the sex.” Even with her eyes closed she had a wry expression.
“I got exposed to it for the sex. I stayed in it for the control,” he corrected as he moved around her body to start down the other side. “I like the discipline and the seriousness, and I love how fun it can be.”
“You know discipline and seriousness don’t usually go with the word fun.”
But this involved all three because he took her pleasure seriously. It took serious discipline to not fall on his knees and beg her to fuck him. And this next part was definitely going to be fun. “That’s why D/s works for me. It’s way too easy for me to get lost in my head and not think about my body. For the longest time my body was merely an instrument to be used for the good of my job. My father made me take karate and krav maga. I was on a strict physical fitness regime from the time I was seven.”
He dragged the falls down her other leg.
“I knew where to stab someone when I was thirteen,” she admitted on a sigh. “I didn’t go to school. I did this online school thing. It was a good education, but Dad wasn’t big on all the other things you’re supposed to do when you distance learn. Things like social groups and outside classes. My outside classes were taught by blackhat hackers and a nice assassin who also liked Disney movies. I learned some Italian from him. Super great guy, if you weren’t on his list.”
“Flip over.” He wasn’t playing who had the crappier childhood with her. Comparatively, he’d had it easy because his mother had given him some normalcy. Well, as much as a politician could. “I went to a world-class prep school and mostly spied on my classmates for my spymaster father.”
“Oooo, spymaster is kind of sexy,” she replied.
“Only because you’ve never met my dad.” He brushed his fingers over the barely there pink lines his crop had left. “He was the original blend-into-the-background kind of spy. They don’t all look like Big Tag, you know. He’s not the norm.”
“Or you,” she murmured.
He was sure she wouldn’t have said that if he hadn’t gotten her all nice and soft and relaxed. And that had just been his fingers. He was going to make her remember what he could do with his lips and tongue. “I can blend when I want to. I look like every douchebag, overly privileged politician’s son.”
“You do not.”
“You say that because you haven’t seen me work.” He needed her to remember that. She’d never seen him work because he hadn’t been working her. He’d watched her, but he’d been himself. He hadn’t manipulated her even once.
He brought the flogger down on her ass with a flick of his hand. There was a nice thud and she sighed. This particular flogger was what he thought of as a light flogger. It would be a nice massage. It didn’t even pink up her skin the way the crop had. Her shoulders relaxed and her arms came down around the massage table.
So fucking submissive.
“When I’m out in the field, I’m quite the blender.” He started to work her over, watching her every sigh and shudder. He could put her to sleep like this if he wanted to, but that wasn’t his plan tonight. “Usually I’m the guy no one notices. My father taught me how to blend in, so no one questions the quiet boy in the back of the room. Although it’s a fine line. You have to be likable enough to get on the inside, but not so shiny people think about you a lot.”