Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“You are everything I desire. I won’t allow anyone to be mean to you—not even you, Little girl. Understand?”
“Y-Yes!” She stumbled over the word as he unwrapped her like the most precious present a man could ever receive. She closed her eyes to focus on the sensations as he rubbed the soft fabric over her skin.
“Bedtime, Little girl.”
Her eyelids opened, and she stared at him. “I don’t want to go to bed. I just woke up from a nap,” she protested.
“I didn’t say you were going to sleep.”
Steele scooped her up gently in his arms and carried Ivy to the large bed. Sweeping the covers away, he placed her resting on her back with her bottom at the edge of the mattress. She propped up her torso on her elbows as he made a space for himself, kneeling on the floor between her legs.
“Isn’t it time for dinner?” she asked nervously.
“Yes.”
Steele lowered his lips to press a kiss on her mound. Instinctively, she tried to pull her legs together, but he controlled them firmly how he wanted them. She held her breath, waiting to see what he intended to do.
“My Little girl needs pleasure. It’s too much for your brain to give and receive at the same time.”
He traced the cleft of her pussy with the tip of his tongue. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Delicious.”
Spreading her thighs wider, he pressed his mouth against her and explored. Searching for those touches and spots that brought her the most pleasure, Steele rebuilt the desire and passion that had filled her in the shower. Overwhelmed, she lowered herself off her elbows to lie flat on the mattress.
“Close your eyes,” he directed before returning to tantalizing Ivy.
Focused completely on the pleasure he offered her, small cries of need escaped from her throat as she grabbed a handful of the sheet below her to ground herself. A thick finger pressed into her, making Ivy arch her hips upward toward the invader. Instantly, he restricted her movement, clamping a hand over one of her thighs to pin her to the mattress.
She loved the feel of being restrained. It freed her from having to think about what she should do—how she should react. Ivy could do nothing but feel as he focused on her clit, lashing it with the tip of his tongue until all those sizzles of pleasure coalesced. Her orgasm hovered just out of her reach.
Protesting with soft sounds, she tried to move slightly to find what she needed to push her into the climax that eluded her. That finger stroking inside her became two, stretching her body to allow both to enter. The rough calluses on his fingers rubbed over the most sensitive spots inside her. When his lips sealed around her clit and sucked, she exploded into a million pieces.
Her torso jerked up from the surface of the bed. Steele moved quickly to wrap a hand around her skull, cushioning her head from crashing back down to the mattress. Stretched over her, he pinned her under his body weight. He didn’t distract her from the pleasure—just insured that she would be safe from injuring herself more.
When her body calmed, he stood to lift her into his arms before settling back against the headboard. Sitting on his lap, Ivy absorbed all the kisses and hugs as she lay against his chest. When his phone buzzed, she pulled herself from the afterglow.
“Sorry, Little girl,” he apologized as he glanced at the name that appeared on his watch. He accepted the call, and she listened carefully to his side of the conversation, trying to fill in the gaps.
“Storm? What’s up?”
“No, no need to bring us food. We’ll be down in five to join everyone.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
“You could go on without me,” she suggested as he gently pulled a T-shirt over her head. Ivy tried to focus on something other than the scenic view of Steele in low-slung jeans and nothing else.
“Not going to happen, Little girl. You need food to heal.”
“There’s a lot of people out there I don’t know. And, I look like this,” she protested, waving a hand over her body.
“You don’t need a suit and heels here, Little girl. That would look out of place. Don’t worry about who’s out there. You met most of them at the shop today,” he said and treated the scratches from the rope bindings around her ankles one last time before fitting slippers over her feet. She glanced at her wrists which had healed quickly.
She watched him grab a T-shirt from a drawer and tug it on. “Aren’t you going to wear underwear?” Ivy whispered as he held a hand out to help her stand.
“No one will know but you. It will be our secret,” he said, obviously trying to stop himself from grinning.
“I liked your friends. They were nice to me today.”