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)
Nick choked and struggled to speak. His handsome face twisted as if trying to figure out what to say, but I didn’t hesitate this time.
I’d been given a command.
I had every intention of obeying—not because I bought into the fantasy of being at their mercy, but because I found such freedom in following their orders.
Such delicious, delectable freedom in turning off my thoughts. Of silencing my mind and giving in to desire in a way I never had before. I sank into the billowy electrifying beauty of it. I didn’t just surrender; I let go of everything.
Rising up on my knees, I reached for Nick’s belt.
He hissed between his teeth as I unbuckled the tan leather and left the ends dangling to the sides. With slightly shaking hands, I unbuttoned and unzipped him.
His black jeans fell to his ankles.
I froze.
I expected boxers or briefs.
I reached for underwear but found him bare.
His hard, heavy cock bounced directly in my face. His balls tight and drawn up with the same desperate pleasure haunting all of us. His impressive size seemed all the longer for lack of pubic hair. Not one strand. Just smooth, darker skin and thick veins roping the velvet wrapped steel of his sex.
“A man who grooms.” Hunter clucked his tongue. “I’m starting to like you all the more.” Unzipping his own slacks, Hunter pulled out his cock.
I froze as he pumped himself just once.
Hair framed his equally large length, trimmed into neatness with a razor’s precision. “I’m guessing we’re a similar size.” He eyed Nick’s cock with a critical stare. “Least one of us won’t stretch our little witch too much so the other doesn’t feel how tight she is.”
Nick gagged on a groan. “Fucking hell.”
“Ella...why aren’t you sucking your Master?” Hunter snapped, making me jump. “I gave you an order.”
My mouth watered. I swayed forward.
Nick froze as I reached for him, hesitating at the final distance. An arc of electricity crackled between us just before my fingers latched around his heated erection.
He groaned. Loudly. Explosively.
Hunter laughed. “If you’re that sensitive, I fear you’re not going to last the night.” With his hand still on his dick, he kicked off his boots and moved to the bed behind Nick. “If you want my advice, Nick, let her suck you off for a few seconds and then find something else for her to do. Otherwise, you’re going to blow, and you’ll end up watching instead of participating for the rest of the evening.”
“Believe me,” Nick snarled as his hands dove into my hair, tugging my face toward his groin. “I could come a thousand times and still want more when it comes to Ella.”
My eyes flashed to his. The truth in his tone. The blistering confession.
Our gazes locked as he slinked one hand over my cheek and pressed his thumb on my bottom lip. “Open.”
I stopped breathing as he dipped his thumb into my mouth. Instinct gushed through me. Instinct full of beguile slyness and wicked, wicked wantonness.
I licked him.
He shuddered. “Christ, Ella.” Hooking his thumb over my bottom teeth, he curled the rest of his fingers beneath my chin, holding me firm. An entirely different imprisonment. One that felt so intimate, so controlling, and at the same time, demeaning and almost spiteful.
“He’s right, you know.” He bent a little, holding my stare. “I’ve fantasised about your dirty little mouth every night since I moved in with you.”
I swallowed, staying silent. His thumb meant I couldn’t reply.
His eyes heated as he cupped my jaw even harder. “I’ve wanted you ever since that second night when you dropped spaghetti sauce all over the kitchen. You thought I was in my room unpacking. You didn’t see me as you whipped off your sauce covered t-shirt and cleaned up in your bra.”
I blinked.
He’d seen that?
I didn’t think he even knew I was a woman with the way he’d snapped at me for privacy. I’d been excited to get a new roommate, courtesy of our company. I didn’t like living alone, but by the second night of his coldness, I’d come to fear being alone might be better than living with someone who despised me.
I’d decided to make spaghetti to break the ice forming between us, but everything that could go wrong did. The noodles went soggy. The onion made me cry. And I’d stupidly burned my hand when I went to move the sauce off the stove, causing me to drop it.
“How many times did you watch her?” Hunter asked from his spot on the bed. “Spill all your secrets. Let her know how hard she’s going to get fucked, all because you never let yourself have her until now.”
Nick tensed but obeyed. “I’ve watched you every day, Ella. Each time you read on the couch, I wondered how you’d sound if I yanked you onto the floor and fucked you on the living room rug. Each time you streaked from the bathroom in just your towel, I pictured how your damp ass would look with my handprint marking it.”