Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Looking down at her, he asked, “Do I have your permission to cuff your wrists to the headboard? I think that might make it easier for you to submit.”
Her eyes widened, her lips parting.
“Lainey?” he prompted, silently urging her to move past her trepidation.
“Yes,” she said, the word bursting from her. “Yes, okay.”
Pleased, he directed, “Hold out your wrists.”
He clipped each cuff into place. “Now, reach back and grasp the headboard bar underhanded, hands close together. I’m going to chain your cuffs in place. Not that I think you’ll need it, but we’ll stick with the island safeword of red light.”
Mutely, she nodded.
Getting to his feet, he clipped the chain between her cuffs, draping it around the headboard bar so she was tethered in place, arms extended. He took a step back, admiring her. “You look so hot like that, Lainey. Chained and at my mercy.”
She moaned softly.
He fisted his cock and stroked it lightly, the blood running hot in his veins. “Now, I’m going to do all sorts of wonderful things to you and you have absolutely no choice but to obey.”
“Oooh,” she breathed softly, her face glowing with undisguised longing. He thought back to when he’d had her chained to the bondage table in the dungeon. Clearly, bondage was a turn-on for her, which suited him perfectly.
He sat again, placing his hands on her thighs and forcing them wide apart. “I’m going to make you moan and scream with pleasure,” he informed her. “You only have two tasks—to keep your legs open, your cunt offered to me, and to hold off your orgasm until I give you express permission.”
He placed his hand over her smooth mons and slipped a finger inside her. Her cunt spasmed around the digit. She was soaking wet, her body trembling. Christ, he couldn’t wait to fuck her again.
But first, he had a delightful job to do.
Crouching between her legs, he dipped his head, lips parting, hungry to taste her.
Chapter 14
Lainey jerked at her wrist restraints, tensing with sudden anxiety. She lifted her head to see Cooper crouched between her legs, his mouth hovering just above her sex. Her leg muscles twitched with the need to close. His hands, one on each thigh, prevented her from following her impulse.
She never let anyone kiss her down there. It made her nervous on a number of levels. The old tape from her past began to unspool in her mind, the old worries with past boyfriends coming to the fore. Did she smell? Was his jaw getting tired? What if she couldn’t come? Should she fake it just to get it over with? Why was he slobbering so much—it was distracting.
No comparison, she told herself firmly, tossing that old tape once and for all.
She was no longer that insecure girl. And Cooper was nothing like any guy she’d ever known.
True, the shower thing had been weird at first. It went against all her instincts to just stand there letting him wash her hair and body. But when she’d settled into it, it had been heavenly—having someone take care of her like that, as if she was the most important thing in his world. She’d felt cherished and, at the same time, wildly turned on to have this naked, sexy man running his hands all over her body.
Even drying him off had been arousing in a weird way. She had enjoyed the act of service, and the underlying implied submission that went along with it. Did that make her a sub?
All thoughts flew from her head at the first touch of his tongue. She was bound to the headboard, naked and at this man’s mercy. She flexed her hands above the cuffs, tugging at the chain that held her fast. A thrill of helpless desire rushed through her. The choice had been taken from her.
No. Not taken.
Given. Freely given.
And it’s perfect, a small but clear voice whispered in her soul. Absolutely fucking perfect.
As his tongue glided along the folds of her sex, a deep shudder moved through her body, from her toes to the top of her head. His touch was light and delicate, teasing and circling her clit without actually touching it.
He licked and kissed her until she was trembling, her clit throbbing, her breath ratcheting to a pant. His touch was spot on, as if he’d created her and knew every inch of her by heart.
Oh, god. It’s so good. So, so, so fucking good. Don’t stop…
“Ooooh,” she moaned.
Dark circles of pleasure emanated from her core like water disturbed by a stone, eddying through her being.
More. She wanted more. More, more, more.
She arched up, her cunt throbbing, desperate for his perfect kiss.
He chuckled softly, knowingly, but she was too far gone to be embarrassed.
“Please,” she gasped. “I’m going to—”
A sudden, sharp smack against her spread cunt made her yelp with shock and pain. The powerful orgasm that had been hovering just in reach slipped away. Her eyes flew open in confusion and anger.