Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“You okay?” he asked.
I let out a little sob. The question should have sounded ridiculous to me. I knew—the independent, restless part of me knew, anyway—it made no sense at all for the man who had put me over his knee and fondled me without my permission as some sort of ‘discipline’ to ask me that.
What made much, much less sense was for me to choke out, “Yeah,” and mean it, as I felt his fingers release the remaining tension in my shoulders. I pressed myself more urgently back against him. I realized to my dismay that I had even made a little rubbing kind of movement with my backside, against the strength of his thighs.
I heard him chuckle, the sound coming from above my head and reminding me how much taller Cal was than me. Even that brought a jolt of need down between my thighs. He had just made me come so many times that I hadn’t felt certain I would walk right, when he had sent me to the bathroom, and something about his touch and his voice had made me horny all over again.
I wanted him. I felt my eyes widen as I realized it. I wanted him so badly… the way Shelly had wanted Jake, last night.
I pressed with my bottom again. With heat in my face, I even tried to move my ass higher, and I got up on my tiptoes, suddenly desperate to feel his hardness—his real hardness. His hard-on.
Cal stepped back, though. I let out a little whine of protest, but then he started to turn me around, and then he had his right hand on my face, cupping my chin, and his left hand on the back of my head, holding me gently but also firmly, tilting my head a little back and a little to the side. My lips parted and my eyes went wide at the approach of his gorgeous, bearded face, and then he started to kiss me, so differently from the way any of my ‘boyfriends’ had kissed me that it felt like a completely different act.
He didn’t thrust his tongue into my mouth, but he still dominated me with it, and with his lips, telling me simply and wordlessly that he would take his pleasure that way, and wouldn’t accept any objection or refusal. His tongue touched mine softly, and a shiver went through my whole body, then straight to my clit, and I found my arms going around him hungrily so that I could press myself against him, cling to him.
Not breaking the kiss, he moved his right hand to the small of my back and held me that way, until I whimpered up into his mouth. That little noise seemed to raise the heat between us another notch, and the hand on my back slid down to the place I wanted it most—or maybe second most—and he took my ass in his hand again, this time most possessively of all, it felt like, through my modest dress and my horrid training panties at least.
I thought I could feel it, maybe. I sensed a bulge against my belly, and it brought the flames to my cheeks and down inside my panties, too. I whimpered again, and Cal kissed me harder, pulled me closer.
Then, suddenly, he had broken the kiss, and the hand on my butt had moved to my waist, the one on my head going around my shoulder.
“Not tonight,” he said, his voice just as strict as it had sounded when he had had me over his knee. “I want you to be sure.”
My eyes went wide, and I felt the tears that had vanished when he put his hands on my shoulders return. I let out a little sob against his shoulder.
“I am sure,” I told him. How could he reject me? How could he resist me? Hadn’t he made it completely clear that he wanted to… to claim me, to make me belong to him?
“That’s great,” he said. “Let’s say I want you to be sure tomorrow, too.”
I knew he meant to take care of me properly. I knew he wanted to fuck me. At the same time, though, did I really know it? It stung. I started to pull away from him, to wriggle out of his arms so that I could just set the fucking table. The tears kept pricking at the corners of my eyes.
Cal didn’t let me go.
“Hey,” he said, moving his left hand to the back of my head again so that he could kiss me.
I shook my head, evading the kiss. “I’m fine,” I told him. “Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”
“No,” he said. “Kiss me.”
My eyes widened. I hadn’t expected that reaction at all. I looked up into his blue eyes at this very close range, and I found my mouth had started to water at the idea of more of his dominant kissing. My lips parted, and he kissed me again—not as long, but just as forcefully. I melted into him helplessly, the same way I had, as if I couldn’t keep myself from confirming just how badly I needed to submit.