Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
The way Austin squats behind me puts him eyelevel with my upturned backside. My face heats at the realization that he’s staring at my ass, inspecting a taboo place no one ever has. I nearly jump out of my skin when he runs the plush fabric across the cleft that divides my cheeks. Back and forth he strokes, carefully dragging the material across my rosebud.
My teeth pin my lower lip in place. I never realized that something like this could be pleasurable. It’s a shocking discovery. Air slowly leaks from my lungs when the towel finally disappears. I’m filled with a strange concoction of relief edged with disappointment. The emotions war with one another but there is no clear victor. Just as I’m about to straighten, his palms settle over my cheeks, massaging them. I can’t help but shift, enjoying the touch but still self-conscious about his proximity to that secret part of me.
“Stop squirming,” he warns, fingers sinking into the flesh.
If he’s aware of my embarrassment, he brushes it aside and ignores it. Even though it feels amazing, nerves claw at me, looking for an escape. There’s no way he doesn’t see every single delicate inch of me.
What I don’t understand is how something so wrong can feel so damn right.
It’s become a common theme with Austin.
His touch feels so good but leaves me questioning whether or not it should. It would be easier if I could force the doubts from my mind and simply enjoy the way he plays with my body.
“Austin,” I squeak, shame rushing through me.
It’s not just his insistent caresses that make me feel this way but how much I secretly enjoy what he’s doing. How he takes control and touches a place that’s always been forbidden.
He releases one cheek long enough to give the flesh a resounding whack. It’s not hard enough to cause pain or damage, just enough to have pleasure exploding inside me like a firework.
“This belongs to me. Be still and let me look at you.”
My mind cartwheels as he pulls at my rounded flesh again, separating the globes. The cool air of the room rushes over me.
“Arch your back,” he commands.
The deep cadence of his voice scampers along my spine.
It’s not even a consideration to deny the instruction. I understand what will happen if I don’t. In the end, he’ll bend me to his will and take what he wants.
In the far recesses of my mind, I understand that if I truly wanted to put an end to this exploration, I could. That silent realization tells me everything I need to know about this situation. It forces me to mentally come to terms with my own secret wants and desires. Even if they make me uncomfortable and I’d prefer not to acknowledge them.
Instead of arguing, I bow my spine, raising my ass higher in the air.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans, sharp teeth scraping across the curve of my flesh.
A million little shivers slide through me before settling in my core as arousal drips down my bare thighs.
One hand tugs at my cheek as his other strokes over the tightly puckered muscle. A mixture of shock and arousal crashes over me like a tidal wave, and in that moment, it feels like I’m drowning all over again.
Only this time, there isn’t anyone to rescue me.
I can’t help but squirm against the insistent slide of his fingers.
Am I trying to get closer or away from him?
I release a breath when his finger disappears only to dip inside my pussy before returning and carefully probing the muscle, pressing an unrelenting finger against the tight ring. A gasp escapes as instinct kicks in and I clench.
He smacks my ass cheek. “Don’t ever try to keep me out of a place that belongs to me. I’ll touch every single part of you if that’s what I want.”
Deep down, I knew that would be his response.
With Austin, there will be no secrets.
No propriety or space.
My body will belong to him to use how he sees fit.
For his pleasure.
And mine.
Even if I’m filled with shame, he will force his way past my defenses and give me exactly what I need.
It’s that knowledge that has me relaxing my muscles as my teeth sink painfully into my lower lip. My gaze stays pinned to the reflection in the mirror. The image of us—me standing with my back arched, holding onto the rim of the tub for dear life and him hunkered down behind me, inspecting and playing with the most intimate part of me is ridiculously sexy.
When the blunt tip of his finger presses into my body, I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips. I wasn’t prepared for the pressure or burn of the muscle stretching to accommodate the width of his digit. As uncomfortable as it is, there’s something else simmering beneath the surface.