Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Your body is mine, Aria Romanov. Mine.”
He slides the cold object between my folds, onto my clit. My hips spread wide of their own accord, as I’m helpless to protest. I crave the vibration and pressure…right…there.
Oh, God.
He made me come only minutes ago, so the sensation is intense, too much. My hips jerk and I cry out. “It’s too much. Mikhail! Please, it’s—”
“The consequence of your disobedience,” he finishes in a harsh rush of words, a thrill in his voice.
I try to move away from the vibration against my clit, while at the same time feel myself moving closer and closer to orgasm already. I can’t do this, I’ll—
“Oh, God,” I moan as my body clenches, on the edge of coming.
“You wanted to come, my dirty little wife. Didn’t you? You wanted to come before I granted permission. Come, then. Come until you’ve had your fill.”
His fingers spread me wide, and he glides something in. It hits the walls of my pussy and vibrates while pleasure explodes. I shatter into a second orgasm, so intense I clench every muscle in my body before I lose my mind. I scream and try to get away from the intensity but I can’t.
Mikhail grips my neck with his massive hand and turns my head to his, claiming my mouth in a kiss at once so sensual flames erupt across my skin. I can’t think or move or speak as every nerve in my body electrifies. Sharp spasms of pleasure course through me, my blood pumping through my veins like molten lava. We’re fused together, my breath his, our heartbeats matched.
I nearly cry when he breaks the kiss.
“Come, Aria. Come for me,” he orders in my ear. “You have my permission now, my greedy little wife. Take it.”
Still writhing with spasms of pleasure, I can’t speak or even breathe. And still, whatever sex toy he slid in me vibrates relentlessly.
I come down from the orgasm and collapse on the bed, praying he doesn’t keep pushing those little torture devices. For a moment, they stop. He pulls one out and shuts the other one off.
“Did you like your orgasm, Aria?” he whispers in my ear. I’m vaguely amused that he’s using the singular. I didn’t have an orgasm. That felt like twenty all rolled into one tight pack of dynamite.
“Mmm,” I say, nodding. Did I? Did I really enjoy that or was it too much?
Too much.
“Good,” he says, as he moves my body from the position he had me in on the bed and lays me on my back. “Now open your legs.”
I peer up at him. What’s he…going to do?
I can’t disobey him, not again. I can’t take another spanking or forced orgasm. I stare at him and open my legs with a stifled whimper.
“Good, just like that.” With a frown, he reaches for my wrists and raises them above my head. Something clicks into place. I try to move my wrists, but they’re frozen in place.
I…
“Mikhail,” I whisper. “I’m sorry. What are you...”
My voice trails off at the sight of something short and whip-like in his right hand. He taps it idly against his thigh.
Bending down, he brushes my damp hair from my forehead. Brushes his lips to my temple.
“You ask me permission before you come.”
I nod. Yes, yes, of course, I will definitely —
He takes my hips and swings me over the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of me.
“Mikhail—”
Looping my legs over his shoulders, he bends his mouth to my sex and presses a tender kiss. My hips leap off the bed, the sensation is so intense. If he— I don’t think—my thoughts stutter as he parts my legs. I want to reach to him to stop him but my wrists are bound and I’m helpless to move. I strain against the cuffs.
“Please,” I whisper. “Don’t—”
He licks my sensitized, throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue. I hiss out a breath and bite back a scream. I’m so sensitive and swollen, the second stroke of his tongue makes me whimper, even as my body craves more.
How?
I lose his heat and wonder if I’m delirious. I open my eyes to see him wielding the whip-like object in his hand a second too late.
“Mikhail!”
He flicks it on my pussy with just enough pressure that the sting quickly melts into a pulse of arousal. I open my mouth to protest when he whips my pussy again and again. Four, five, six strokes of the lash before he leans on one hand and flips the whip around. I feel the handle at my core and my eyes go wide.
He wouldn’t— my head falls back when he glides the hard length of it in me. It’s smaller than his cock but unyielding and cold. I whimper as my sex clenches around it. “You like to come, don’t you, wife?”