Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“You’ve had too much to drink, Vera.”
“And you had nothing. I noticed you didn’t touch a drop.” Our whispered words in the dark, hidden back of the car linger in the air.
“I used to. Used to smoke weed and drink myself under the table. But no more.”
She runs the tip of her finger over my shoulder, barely touching me. “Why not?”
“Because I’ve learned that I like to be in control.”
“Really?” she says with a little laugh. The vibrant green of her eyes seems to intensify. “Shocking.”
I shake my head and make a little tsking sound. “Careful, young lady. You’ve already earned yourself one spanking.”
When she tries to look away, I bring her gaze back to mine. “When we get back to that room, you’re going to strip for me. I want to see your beautiful, naked body. I want to see every inch of you.” I bend closer and whisper in her ear. “I want to paint your ass red before I taste you. You’ll be my dessert tonight.”
“Oh God,” she says with a groan. “You can’t do that.”
I rest my hand on her thigh and tighten my grip. “I can and will. You know you’ve been imagining this.”
“Imagining what?” She barely manages to whisper.
“Everything. What it would be like to draped over my lap while I spank you. To surrender all control to me. To feel the blend of arousal and pain before I lay you out and lick your pussy. My hot, wet tongue eating you out. Don’t lie to me, Vera, or I’ll have to punish you.”
“And what if I have?” she whispers as I drag my thumb along the very top of one nipple. I give it a squeeze, and she hisses in a breath. “What then?”
“Then we’ll have to see where fantasy meets reality. There’s only one way to find out what you really like.”
“What’s that?” She stifles a moan when I lift her top and drag one finger along the swell of her breast before I tease the hardened nipple.
“Try everything.”
Her eyes flutter shut. “Markov, why—why do I—why do I feel you’d be a total expert at that?”
Because it’s the only kind of sex that interests me.
The car cruises to a stop. We’re back.
Late night has settled over the campus. Though the undergrads are in full-on party mode, the private area where we stay is quieter. There’s too much on the line for these students to fuck around.
I’m going to make damn sure it’s safe before we go in.
I tip the driver, and he leaves. Vera stands behind me. “I’ll go first. They were supposed to install those locks while we were gone. I got the set of new keys. Let me check.”
“And if they didn’t?”
“Tomorrow, I take matters into my own hands.”
Vera winks lasciviously at me. “You do that, big boy.”
I stifle a snort and open the door.
The locks have been changed. They’re definitely more secure. There’s no evidence anything’s been moved or that anyone’s been in here. Perfect.
I waste no time removing my tie, my eyes on her. I shrug out of my suit coat while she watches, unabashedly taking me in.
“You’re so strong,” she whispers, reaching out to squeeze my biceps through my dress shirt. “So powerful. And the way you were with my father. . . God, Markov, you were amazing to watch.”
I reach for her and lift her up. I cup her ass, and her legs go around me. We’ve cuddled and kissed so far, but I’ve kept things innocent.
No more. I want this woman.
I kiss her until she moans, until she’s pliant and supple as I walk toward the bed. I slide her down the length of my body. “I want you to bend over that bed. Now.”
I turn her around and guide her over the edge of the bed. The sight of her perfect, heart-shaped ass and her willing submission makes me hard as fuck. I maneuver the buckle of my belt out and draw it through the loops. The sound of leather through fabric makes her squirm.
“What are you doing?” she asks. When I don’t answer, she gets a little nervous. “Markov?”
“You want a taste of dominance. We start here, Vera. I give the commands, and you obey.”
A wise man once told me that women are slow cookers and men are frying pans in the bedroom. Women often need a long, slow build-up to more. They need to feel safe. Emotionally secure. They need to trust.
“Look how gorgeous you are. Fucking stunning.”
“Markov. . .”
I tap my folded belt to her ass, a prelude. Her whole body jumps as if expecting much more. I tap her again and again, light taps over her clothing to tease and build expectation. My voice is low and controlled between light smacks of the belt.
“Is this what you want? Have you fantasized about this?”