Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Because I said so,” I replied sternly. “This is what obedience means, Sofia” I stroked her cheek, and she leaned into my touch. “You’ll obey me because you want to please me. Isn’t that right, dulzura?”
She nodded, closing her eyes and nuzzling her cheek into my hand like a needy little kitten.
The pleasure that pulsed through me was more than simple lust. This was what I’d craved from the moment she’d relaxed into my hold when I’d kidnapped her and tied her to a chair to be terrorized. She should have been horrified, but she’d drifted off in my arms.
“Good girl.” I pressed my lips to her throat, feeling her low moan vibrate against my mouth.
Mindful that my control over my own body was tenuous, I forced myself to leave her dress covering her breasts. I wanted to grip the soft fabric in my fists and rip it away, but I couldn’t allow my impulsiveness to distract me from my purpose.
I moved down her slender form, pushing her legs wide and settling between them.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, staring down at me with curiosity and dark intrigue.
I pushed up her dress and nipped at her inner thigh, drawing a sharp yelp from her. My hands wrapped around her hips, pressing her into the mattress. I kept her trapped with my teeth, watching her jerk and struggle to escape.
Despite her resistance, my good girl kept her hands behind her head, as though it didn’t even occur to her to try to move them.
I kept my eyes locked on hers as I waited for her surrender.
“Mateo,” she whimpered, her body going still.
I released her from my punitive bite, licking the tender, red mark I’d left on her tanned flesh.
“No more questions,” I rebuked. “Just submit.”
I ran my tongue along the line of her scar, the one I’d first glimpsed when I’d spanked her. She stiffened, but I held her firm and continued at the pace I desired, kissing the marks as I made my way up her thighs. With each brush of my lips over her damaged nerve endings, she relaxed. The tension in her muscles melted away, and she went supple beneath my tender attentions.
I eased her dress over her hips, and the sinful sight of her barely-there white panties drew a growl from my chest. I trailed my fingers over the pretty lace, and she arched and gasped when I brushed her clit.
Acting like the animal I was, I caught the delicate fabric in my teeth and curled my fingers into it, shredding the barrier that hid what was mine.
I fisted the ruined underwear and shoved them into my jeans pocket, a trophy to keep for later.
My hands curved beneath her ass, tugging her body toward me and spreading her for my admiration. I traced the line of her slit with my tongue, groaning at the first taste of her arousal.
She cried out at the new sensation, bucking against my mouth.
My fingers sank into her cheeks, holding her hard enough to mark her. She whined, and I could feel her muscles dancing and fighting to move.
I lowered my lips, so they hovered just above her clit.
“Are you trying to get away from me?” I asked, my question deepened by cruel amusement. “Or are you trying to get your hot little pussy closer to my mouth?”
“I…” She strained and tensed, but my good girl kept her hands exactly where I’d told her to. “Please,” she begged.
“Please, what?” I mocked, reveling in her predicament. I nuzzled her inner thigh, letting her feel the heat of my breath teasing over her swollen, soaked lips. “What do you want, florecita?”
“More,” she whined.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, making her gasp and writhe. I repeated the teasing contact, tracing her folds with my fingers at the same time.
Fuck, she was so soft and wet for me. I wanted to plunge my fingers inside her and find the sensitive spot at the front of her inner walls that would make her weep for orgasmic release.
I can’t break her hymen.
I tongued her clit with more force, some of my frustration with my limitations bleeding out into ruthless aggression on the most tender part of her body.
The primal need to stake my claim threatened to overwhelm reason. I couldn’t fuck her, and I couldn’t handle her delicate pussy as roughly as I wanted.
I dipped my forefinger just inside her slick opening, gathering up her arousal without driving deep.
There was a vulnerable part of her untried body that I could penetrate without leaving any visible sign of my transgression. I’d promised Adrián I would keep my cock in my pants, but I would allow myself this one possessive act.
Every part of Sofia belonged to me. I’d claimed her mouth with my tongue and explored her pussy as much as I was allowed. I was greedy for more, and I had a very limited capacity for restraint.