Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
The announcer interrupted my thoughts, and I focused on the race as my new friend cheered beside her husband. Garrett stood behind me with his hand flat against my stomach, holding me so that I was pressed against his chest in a protective stance. I would be lying if I said I didn’t love the way it felt.
The thrill of victory—the shouts, cheers, excitement—pumped through my system as Garrett opened the door to our suite. Cohiba had done as predicted and won the Kentucky Derby. It had taken much longer to handle the press, get photos taken, for Garrett to speak to those congratulating him. By the time it was over and we were headed back to the room, I was happy to have him alone even if it was for a short time before we were expected at the after-party. Gypsi had left with Saxon, and I knew she was safely back in her suite. I wanted to check on her before we left.
The door closed behind us, and I sighed, slipping off my heels and taking the hat from my head to toss it onto the long dining room table.
“That was fabulous!” I exclaimed as I spun around and smiled at Garrett, who was watching me.
“I’ve never enjoyed a derby like I did today. Seeing the pure delight on your face made it perfect.”
I smiled and tilted my head as I licked my lips. “Are you sure that was me or the fact that every horse you’d brought won their race?”
He raised his eyebrows and stalked toward me. “It was you. This isn’t my first win, pretty baby.”
I loved the way he looked at me. He stopped when he reached me and cupped my face in his hand.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
His touch was gentle. In fact, his touch was always gentle these days. The way he had once roughly touched me, choked me, spanked me had all stopped. I kept waiting for him to unleash it again, but he hadn’t. The last time he’d been rough with me was the day I walked out of his house.
I was starting to think that he was never going to fuck me like that again if I didn’t do something. He was too gentle. I liked the gentle. But not all the time. There could be a balance. The debauchery of his savage fucking was something I didn’t want to lose.
“Garrett,” I said as he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Yes, pretty baby?” he asked.
I took a nip at his thumb, biting down hard enough to see the flare in his eyes before letting go. “Do I need to be a bad girl to get spanked and choked?” I asked.
The heat in his gaze felt as if it could scorch me by just a look alone.
“Are you asking me to fuck you rough, pretty baby?” His voice dropped to a deep timbre.
I nodded. “If I need to be disobedient first, I can go without a bra tonight. The silky fabric of my dress won’t hide the bars in my nipples.”
It was a dark temptation, the way Garrett’s trigger snapped and he bared his teeth.
“You will wear a fucking bra,” he warned me.
I pouted up at him. “What if I don’t want to? What if I want men and women to look at my breasts? See my nipples through the fabric.”
Garrett backed me up against the edge of the table. The gleam in his eyes was full of lust, making me pant with what that meant.
“Turn around, Fawn,” he growled.
I happily gave him my back, and his hands went to the back, unzipping my dress, then letting it pool at my feet. He unhooked my bra, and it, too, fell from my body.
“Bend over and put your hands on the table. Naughty girls get their asses spanked.”
Smiling, I placed my palms flat on the cool, hard surface and stuck my bottom out to him. “Go ahead, Daddy,” I purred, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned before the first smack landed on my right cheek.
The sting went straight to my clit. The next crack of his hand was harder on the left side. I wiggled it at him, and he made a low sound in his chest. Then, he unleashed. His hand coming down hard over and over.
“Naughty girl gets off on her ass getting spanked. Is this what you want? Hmm? You want me to hurt you? Scold you for teasing me?”
I whimpered as my eyes watered.
“Yes,” I stammered.
“It hurts, doesn’t it? My pretty baby has a sore ass,” he crooned, and then he stopped.
I could hear the rustle of clothes, then the sound of his zipper.
“You’ve got me throbbing. This bright red ass.”
His hands gripped my thighs as he pulled them open wider. “You’re dripping wet, pretty baby. All pink and swollen. You need my dick?”