Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
He guided me into my room and softly shut the door behind us. The moment we were alone in the moonlit space, it was on. His voice quiet but hard, he commanded, “Undress me.”
Oh, yas!
I slowly turned and found myself closer than expected. With no time to waste, I got to work, running my hands up his chest to his shoulders then pushing the tailored jacket off him before gently resting it on my dresser. The silk tie came next. I loosened it, leaving it draped over his shoulders. My nimble fingers undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one, slowly until his strong inked chest was bared. He held up his wrist and I worked on one cufflink, moving to the other before they joined the jacket on the dresser. And when I reached his pants, I gave the black leather belt a strong tug, forcing a huff from the man I would give everything to if he so desired it. Without a word, I kept my eyes on his hooded gaze, and I popped the top button of his slacks and gently lowered the zipper. But as I moved to reach into the opening, he snatched my wrist, first bruising then running a thumb over my pulse lovingly.
The words he spoke were hardly a request. “Get naked.”
My insides clenched.
Yes, sir.
Kicking my heels off, I reached for the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. I held my arm out, dropping it into a heap at my side, and when I reached behind me, to unhook my bra, his eyes surveyed me hungrily. When the hook came free, I held the cups of the satin bra to me a moment before letting the straps fall down my arms, to the floor, leaving my full breasts bared.
Twitch’s nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge.
And, oh. I liked that.
Just when I made to lower my panties, he made a noise in his throat, and as my confused gaze met his, he shook his head. “Leave ‘em on.”
My confused gaze deepened, and his eyes dared me to protest.
I knew how this worked. This wasn’t my first rodeo.
Removing my hands from my waist, I held them by my sides and waited for his instruction. And when he noticed this, his eyes flashed with unbidden pleasure.
He ran a gentle, loving hand down my side, and muttered, “Perfect.” A moment later, the darkness in his eyes returned as he looked me in the eye, and stated, “I’m going to let you ride me tonight, and you’re gonna make it good, but I swear to God, baby, you make a fucking sound, one fucking sound, and you will not come. Do you understand me?”
My lips pulled down into a frown, but I took in a deep breath, straightened, and then nodded in response. And he was pleased.
“Good.” With a slow movement, he reached up to his tie and tugged on it, holding it. “Your hands.”
My internal frown quickly waned as I held out my hands to him and watched him deftly wrap the length of the silken material around my wrists, pulling it tight enough to cut off my circulation. Watching me all the while, I swore he could see the way my heart leapt into my throat as he tied it off, holding both my small hands in one of his.
He pulled me toward the foot of the bed, and as he sat, spreading his legs wide, settling himself on the edge, he reached into his boxers and pulled himself free, gripping himself tightly and working his erection up and down, completely unhurried.
And I swallowed hard to stop myself from drooling.
“Climb on.”
I didn’t dare make a sound, but my heart was beating so hard I wondered if he could hear it as loudly as I could. Stepping closer, I put one knee to the space between his legs, using the leverage to lift myself as gracefully as possible to straddled him. The way his legs were positioned made me have to spread my legs in a rather unladylike manner, and he knew this.
He wanted this.
He enjoyed making me uncomfortable.
Twitch was my cult leader. I was his whore. And I liked his lessons, the ones where he taught me that uncomfortable could be a wondrous thing. I was his fearless student, so eager to learn. So eager to please.
Looking me in the eye, he searched my face a second before he reclined marginally, and ordered, “Get to work.”
I shuffled forward until the most desperate parts of us met, and although my panties were an inconvenience, they didn’t stop me from feeling his throbbing heat. As I ground against him with my bound hands in front of me, obediently, I watched his face change. He fought himself, and every time he did, the power I felt inside me grew a notch.