Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
My fingers slide along her sex, and I glance up at her. “You’re wet, baby. I like it.” I slip fingers inside her and she arches her back, her head tilting back. I slide up her body and kiss her nipples—I did promise—but my fingers are still inside her.
She’s holding my head, and I nip her lip.
My fingers pump into her and she buries her face in my neck, but just when I know she’s about to come, I kiss her, and she can’t even kiss me back for the quake of her body, and the squeeze of her sex around my fingers. When she’s done, when the trembling stops, I cup her face and say, “We’re not even close to done.” I kiss her again, and pick her up, carrying her with me to the couch.
I sit down and she straddles me, my cock settled at her backside. She leans into me, her fingers pressing into my shoulders, her beautiful breasts between us. I fill my hands with them and roll her nipples with my fingers, lowering my head to suckle one nipple and then the next.
“Please tell me why you aren’t inside me right now,” she demands, a breathless quality to her voice. “I mean, what is wrong with just being inside me?”
My gaze rakes over her plump nipples and I pinch them again. “Because I want more, Bella. You know I do. And if you don’t, we’ll fix that. I’m going to spank you, Bella.”
She stiffens and I fold her close, our lips a breath apart. “Trust me, baby. You’ll like it. All that control you demand of yourself, all the perfect, doesn’t matter in that moment. It’s complete, utter release.”
“Says the person doing the spanking.”
“I would never hurt you. I will never hurt you. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. And if you really don’t want to do this, we won’t.”
She breathes out. “I’m—I’ve never done this.”
“Good. I’m glad it’s only me.”
She leans in and presses her forehead to mine, seconds passing before she says, “Okay, but I’m nervous.”
I run my hands up her back and kiss her. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll tell you when it’s coming and it won’t be right away. Now slide off of me and onto your knees beside me.”
She nods and does as I say, settling on her knees, and facing my lap.
“Lay across me and hold onto the edge of the couch.”
She hesitates and looks like she might run.
I catch her to me and kiss her. “You don’t have to do this.”
She pushes out of my grip and lays across my lap.
Chapter Forty-Four
Bella
I am not a submissive person, but when Tyler ordered me to lay across his lap, I felt this burn in my body I cannot explain. Now laying across his legs, exposed in every way, I have never been so nervous or turned on in my life. But I’m not afraid. That’s the most striking part of this to me. I was willing—I am willing—to allow myself to be this vulnerable with Tyler, and I’m not afraid. He pushes me in every way and it’s addictive, but a little terrifying, like skydiving, and the adrenaline rush that gets you high on life. He’s my adrenaline rush.
His hand settles on my backside. “Deep breath, baby. This is just me touching you. Okay?”
“Yes.” I shift slightly on my elbows.
“Grip the edge of the couch, baby.”
I do as he says, and wonder if this is supposed to be how I brace for the pain and why am I doing this if it’s about pain. But he said he won’t hurt me. He said I’d like this.
His hand caresses up my spine and settles between my shoulder blades. “Relax.”
Only then do I realize I’m already bracing, all tense and prepared. I force my body to ease into his.
He runs his hand down my spine and over my backside. His touch is fire, and the anticipation of what is to come is more arousing than I expect it to be. “You’re perfect, Bella,” he murmurs, squeezing my backside, but at the same moment, he leans in and presses his lips where his hand was moments before, right between my shoulder blades. And then he’s kissing a path down my spine, and his ridiculously talented tongue randomly licks here and there.
If I thought this was all about his hand on my backside, it’s turning out to be nothing like that at all. His hand caresses my backside over and over until his fingers slide along my seam and press between my thighs. He spreads me open and one hand is stroking my backside, while the other is teasing my clit, driving me wild. I’m so wet and in need, I think might actually come again. I lift my backside, trying to arch into his touch. That’s when he starts patting my sex, which I’ve never had anyone do. At the same time, he gives my backside a small smack, not what I call a spanking, but I know it’s there.