Oath of Obedience (Deviant Doms #2) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Deviant Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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Her nipples are peaked, even in the warmth of the shower. She turns away from me, giving me the answer I want.

If I want to own this woman, I’ll have to do it in more ways than one. And I do want this woman. Fully.

“Sit on the edge of that seat.” I point to the tiled shower seat at the end of the massive shower. The steam clouds my vision for a minute, but she’s walking away, obeying me. My cock throbs.

She’s so small, she fits easily there. Her eyes hold mine, as she worries her lip. She’s too small for me to fuck here, and I’m too big. She’ll blow me, though. In time. And I’ll make sure she fucking loves it.

“Brace yourself on either side.” The way she obeys makes me harder than ever. The hot, steaming water pounds my back when I kneel in front of her.

“Orlando…” I can hear the fear in her voice.

“Quiet,” I whisper. “Relax.”

I bend and lick the inside of her thigh, so clean and fresh and slightly pink from the heat of the shower. We don’t have much time. I have so much work to catch up on, but I can tell she’s already aroused. I grip her thighs and open them wider, then bend and kiss the soft, short curls at her pussy. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping, but a quick slap to the thigh has her obeying me with her hands on either side of her once again.

“You want to come?” I ask, the heat of my breath on her pussy.

She nods eagerly, panting.

“Then do what I tell you or I’ll take you to the edge of climax and leave you there. All. Day. Long.”

“You wouldn’t,” she breathes, her voice choked.

“Try me.”

I part her pussy and drag my tongue between her slick folds. Her soft, eager whimper and moan are worth every goddamn day I spent behind bars. My fucking reward.

I tease my finger at her entrance, but when she tenses, I know she’s still sore. I part her legs, brace myself on her thighs, and suckle her clit as the water pounds on my back and my cock throbs.

“Oh God,” she whispers, her body shaking with every stroke of my tongue. “What are you doing?”

“I told you,” I whisper against her thighs, breathing hot air on her eager pussy. “Owning you.”

I tease the tip of my tongue on her clit, then suckle before I lap again. Her head rests back against the tile, and water drips from her thighs. I shift and stroke my cock as I lick and suckle and consume every moan. “You taste so fucking good,” I groan, stroking my cock while I lick her.

Her hips jerk and she says something incoherent. I grin against her naked, pink thighs, drag my tongue lower, and taste her entrance. Fuck, I can’t wait to take her again. I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, then circle and suckle.

When I can tell she’s on the edge, shaking with the first spasms, I take my mouth off her. She cries out, “No, no, please.”

“Ask permission.”

“For—for what?” she stutters, whimpering.

“Ask me permission to come. If you come before I tell you, I’ll punish you. Do you understand me? Right here, right now.”

She gives a hoarse cry, lifting her hips as if that will bring my mouth back to where she wants it. I stroke my cock harder, faster, on the edge of coming myself.

“Now, Elise. Fucking now, or I come all over you before I whip you and leave you throbbing.”

“Monster, you’re a goddamn monster,” she whimpers. “May I?”

Two of the most beautiful words in the English language. I nod my head.

“Come for me,” I say before I bring my mouth back to her pussy. I come hard as I lap at her clit, groaning at the sweet taste of her as she comes on my tongue.

Jesus.

I kiss her pussy and finish stroking myself off. I come hard, welcoming the fucking release I needed.

I feel as if a weight’s been lifted from me, and I have no idea what the fuck that’s all about. I stand and arrange her in front of me so we can finish showering and head out. She’s boneless when she slumps against me.

“So that’s what that’s like.” I love that she knows nothing, that she’s a perfect blank canvas for me to work on. Love it.

“Have you ever been with anyone at all?” I hate the question, hate the image it conjures up in my imagination. But I need to know. I put body wash on a pale pink loofah with a gold loop. Hers. I lather her back and hold her to my chest.

She shakes her head. “I kissed someone once… in college.”

Rage burns in my chest so hard and savage it takes me by surprise. She notices the way I tense and looks up at me, her eyes still half-lidded from her climax. “Does that bother you?”


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