Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I met Nick’s blazing green-hazel stare and every desire, every heated, swollen arousal swarmed through my bloodstream. I prickled with chemistry and threw myself headfirst into the role play.
If Nick wanted a night he’d never forget...I’d give him one.
Stepping toward him, I said as obediently and beguiling as possible, “Thank you, Nick.”
“Sir,” Nick snapped. “Call me Sir.”
I shivered. “Thank you, Sir.” Dropping my eyes like a good little submissive, I shifted toward the bed. I only took two steps before Nick’s raspy, gravelly voice lashed around me. “Crawl. I want to see every part of you as you obey me.”
“Yes, Sir.” I fell to my knees.
I plummeted into bliss.
And I crawled.
Chapter Seven
BOTH MEN FOLLOWED MY SLOW JOURNEY ACROSS the thick black carpet. We made a depraved procession as I arched my back and unashamedly revealed the drenched need between my legs. The glistening of my desire and Hunter’s. The swollenness from being fucked. The parts of me no other man had stared at.
I crawled as if I wore a thousand diamonds.
I dug my fingers into the carpet as if I was worth a million stars.
My hips swayed with sordid invitation.
My knees splayed wide in case one of them decided to drop behind me and mount me like the monsters they were.
“Fuck, you look good,” Nick groaned, his bare feet thudding quietly behind me. “I can see every inch of you. Every wet and enticingly pink inch.”
“She feels as good as she looks,” Hunter murmured. “I envy you. Envy that first thrust into that tight, slick heat. Envy how she’s going to react finally having you inside her.”
Nick grunted.
I flicked a look over my shoulder.
My heart pounded as I noticed both men masturbated. Two cocks, two fists, two pairs of eyes locked between my bare legs.
“Did I say you could look at us?” Nick barked, stroking himself with a shudder.
“No, Sir.” I faced the bed again, slowly climbing up the three wide steps. I could barely breathe as I traversed the top one. I reached for the bed; I went to stand. But a delicious, dark command made me freeze.
“Wait,” Nick ordered.
“Yes, Sir.” I bowed my head, shifting to rest on my heels.
“Stay on all fours.”
I immediately resumed my sex kitten pose.
“Hunter,” Nick drawled with a dangerous edge. “Do you see what I see?”
Hunter’s lazy, heated voice echoed behind me. “I see a cunt begging for a cock. It can be yours or mine...I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“I see remnants of your cum on her,” Nick snarled. “And seeing as she’s now mine to sully and mark...clean up your goddamn mess.”
“My mess?”
“Lick it out of her,” Nick seethed. “Now.”
Hunter groaned. Loudly. “It would be my fucking pleasure.” Shifting toward me, the ground shook a little as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hands landed on my hips, pushing me forward, angling me so he could reach better. With him on the floor and me on the third step, his breath heated my pussy with every word he spoke. “And if she comes on my tongue?”
Nicholas made a noise that tangled my stomach. “If she does, she’ll be punished.” Marching up the steps, Nick stopped beside me and looked down. “If you come on Hunter’s tongue, Ella, I will string you up and edge you toward a hundred orgasms. I’ll use every toy in this room until you’re so drenched in sweat, so beside yourself with need, you’ll forget you’re even human. You’ll only exist for me to put you out of your misery, but I won’t.”
He bent down and sifted his fingers through my hair. “I’ll leave you on that knife’s edge. I’ll take you home to our apartment and confiscate all your vibrators that I hear buzzing through the thin walls. I’ll tie your wrists to your headboard so you can’t masturbate. I’ll tease you relentlessly. I’ll keep you on the pinnacle until you lose your ever-loving mind and then, and only then, when a week’s gone by and you’re half dead from want, I’ll fuck you until you scream.”
Jesus freaking Christ.
A powerful, sharp orgasm spindled between my legs.
A release that sparked from words alone and threatened to erupt just from his warning. If Hunter touched me, I wouldn’t have a choice. I would combust. Totally. Eternally.
But Hunter just breathed on my clit, whispering, “I see you clenching, Ella. I would do as he says. Orgasm denial is one of the worst punishments a Dom can give his sub. I know you’re more focused on the idea of him taking you home and having his wicked way with you, but...it would be a living hell not being able to come.” Running his hands over my ass cheeks, he soothed, “Don’t come. Let me clean you, worship you, and prepare you for your Master. Once you’re his, then you can come. That orgasm you’re dancing with is Nick’s, and you don’t have his permission to enjoy it. Not until his dick is so far inside you, you can taste him.”