Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“You know,” I say to her one night, after we’ve eaten dinner and she’s returned to her manuscript. “That isn’t exactly how that night went.”
She closes her laptop and swivels her chair around to face me. I’m sprawled over her little loveseat, unabashedly taking in her beauty, her wild hair pinned up on top of her head with a pencil jabbed into it, and her little spaghetti-strap butter-yellow dress.
“Oh?”
I stroke my chin. “As I remember it, that was the first night I put you over my knee, wasn’t it?”
She flushes pink. I love when I make her blush. I hope I can always make her blush, even when we’re old and gray.
“It was,” she says. “Though I hardly think the finer details of our interactions are appropriate for the average reader.”
“And after you lit up when I spanked you, I sort of took things further, didn’t I?”
She closes her eyes and swallows hard. I blink in surprise. She’s emotional about this, for some reason.
“You did,” she says, her eyes still closed. “God, Cy.” She lifts her chin and bites her lip before she speaks. “I thought you’d forgotten,” she whispers. “Or that—well. Maybe some of—of that wore off.”
I stand, the memory of her tied up on the island and at my mercy making my heart beat faster. “Forgotten?” I say, prowling toward her. “Christ, woman. How could I forget some of my happiest memories on the island?”
“Then why don’t you—” but I don’t let her speak. Why don’t I? I think I feared the same thing she did, that the way I was with her was conditioned, and not who I really am. But just the thought of her submitting to me, under my control and command, has me ready to fuck her hard, right here. Right now.
I take her mouth with mine and kiss her hard, until she moans and sways beneath me. Dragging her to her feet, I pull her to me with one hand, while with the other, I slide her spaghetti straps off her shoulders.
“I’ve been an idiot,” I tell her. “Christ, woman, what I want to do to you.”
“Tell me,” she pleads, panting while I palm her breasts and tweak her nipples.
I smack her ass, and she amends. “Please, sir.”
I can already smell the sweet, seductive scent of her intoxicating arousal. My cock stiffens, and I need in this woman so badly I can’t focus.
“Bend over the desk,” I whisper in her ear, and when she hesitates, I spin her around, push her against the edge, and slam my palm against her ass. “Now.”
She scrambles to obey.
“Strip,” I order, reaching for my belt. We haven’t connected like this in weeks, and I’m dying to give her measured pain and pleasure, to take what’s mine and be with her again.
I watch her pretty, delicate hands fumble with her dress and panties, pushing them down until the lacy fabric pools at her feet. She kicks them off and bends over the desk obediently.
“Hold onto the edge of the desk and give me one good reason why I shouldn’t whip your pretty ass.”
I take the folded leather and push her legs apart, tapping her inner thighs. She trembles and closes her eyes.
“No good reason, sir,” she says, shooting me a dare over her shoulder. “I think I deserve everything you give me.”
“That’s a very good girl,” I say to her, taking my position behind her. “If you take your spanking like a good girl, I might even make you come when we’re done.”
“You’d better let me—”
Thwap!
The leather flies through the air and lands across her naked skin. She howls.
“Tell me again what I’d better do?”
“You’d better make sure you—”
A second stroke crosses the first, then a third.
“Go on,” I say nonchalantly. “Tell me what else.”
“I think you should do whatever you want, sir,” she says, rocking her hips from side to side as if asking for more.
I lash her again, careful not to strike too hard, but careful not to be too easy on her, because I somehow had forgotten this but now, I remember. Christ, now I remember.
How much we crave this, the exchange of power. Her vulnerability bowing to my will, the power she freely gives me. The welcome exchange of pain and pleasure entwined together. The perfect, blissful union.
I drop my belt and the buckle crashes to the floor.
“I want more than your submission, Harper,” I tell her, taking my place behind her.
“Take what you want,” she whispers. “Anything.”
I span my hands on her hips and drag my thumbs to her tight ass. “I want all of you. Your pussy. Your mouth.” She gasps when I thumb her ass. “Your ass.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Stay right there.”
I go gather what I need and when I come back, she’s exactly where I left her. Striped with my belt, arousal coating her thighs, waiting for me.