Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“You roll them,” I said, my eyes on his. “Higher than six, I use the handcuffs. Lower than six, you do.”
He smirked at me, then dropped the dice, the gold cubes dancing over my stomach and coming to a stop, one in my belly button, the other resting along my cleavage. I stayed still, trying not to bump the dice, and watched as he lifted one up and looked at it.
He turned it to me. A two.
My breath quickened and I had the sudden vision of him sitting in the armchair by the window, his hands handcuffed behind his back, his dick sticking straight up, legs flexing, my hands and mouth free to torture him. I’d start on my knees. Get him slick and ready, and then straddle him. Control the depth of that long perfect cock as I slowly lowered myself on and off.
He picked the second dice and his brows lifted. I raised my head, struggling to see it. A six. My fantasy dissolved, and I glanced at the handcuffs with trepidation.
“Don’t worry,” he smiled. “I—”
An alarm blared, a light flashing from the corner of the room, the loud siren scaring the hell out of me. I screamed, and he lifted me to his chest and rolled, gathering me against him. “IT’S OKAY,” he yelled, his voice barely audible even though it was directly in my ear.
His hands cupped either side of my head, softening the noise, and I relaxed against his chest, watching the strobe light flash from a speaker in the corner of the room. When it finally stopped, my ears were ringing, and I lifted my head slowly, almost afraid to expose them again.
“Don’t worry.” He gripped my waist. “That’s protocol.”
“So, nothing’s wrong? Nothing’s on fire?”
“It’s a final evacuation test. The system will be watching for opened doors as a result of the alarm, things to point us in the direction of any guests that are still in-house.”
My concerns ebbed away at his touch, sweeping over and caressing my breasts, giving the nipples special attention. Who would have thought that Tripp Reinhart’s touch could be so gentle? I watched as he reached over, swiping across the bed and picking up the first set of handcuffs. Lifting up my wrist, he fastened one on with the efficiency of a pro.
“Look.” He turned my hand over. “Here’s the release.” He pressed on the lever and the cuffs popped open. “I’m leaving them loose, so you’ll be able to hit it if you need to.”
He rolled us over and nodded to the front of the bed. “Grab ahold of the frame.”
6
TRIPP
If she was nervous, she didn’t show it. She worked her way up the bed and grabbed two of the chrome spindles, watching with interest as he clipped each of her wrists to the bed, giving her enough freedom to move around, without being able to touch him.
“Done this before?” she asked dryly.
He met her eyes. “Yes.”
It wasn’t the most romantic answer in the world. Then again, with everything he was about to do to her, romance wasn’t exactly part of the equation. Still, he felt the need to soften the statement. “But never with a woman like you.”
He ran his hands down her arms and over her breasts, skimming along her stomach and to her thighs, pressing them open and staring down at her smooth bare pussy. She was perfect. Every fold, the pink rainbow of skin, moist and wet. Her breath quickened, and he watched as it flared, calling to him. She tried to pin her knees together. He tightened his grip, holding her open. He lowered his mouth and blew a breath over her before he closed the distance and took her into his mouth.
She came alive, her body moving, the handcuffs rattling, her back arching off the ground. He did little, keeping his mouth soft, his tongue gently exploring, and he listened as she moaned, then went silent, then tensed.
She was a roadmap, easy to read, and he waited until he found her direction. Her cries hit a new pitch, her thighs tensing under his hands, and then he kept his tongue light and constant, maintaining the rhythm as she pulsed and shuddered under his mouth.
He lowered himself to the bed, his dick straining for stimulation, her sounds so erotic that he could barely keep his head straight. He fucked the mattress as he pleased her, and when she came, he had to lift his hips off the bed just to keep his own orgasm at bay.
She cried out his name, bucking her hips, and he let her thighs go. They closed around his head, pinning his mouth to her as she rutted against his face without abandon, her groans turning into grunts as she wheezed out a breath, her muscles loosening, thighs falling open, and he softened everything, his mouth gently mellowing as her orgasm faded.