Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
She closed her eyes, losing herself in the helpless joy of being completely at his mercy. Her heart pounded and her lungs burned as the seconds ticked slowly by. She balanced on the knife’s edge of surrender, prickling with a panicky sensation that was as much pleasure as fear.
Finally, she opened and closed her hands, the signal that she had to have air. Beau pulled back, allowing her only a few seconds to inhale before plunging back into her mouth, choking her on his cock. She was distracted by the sudden, sharp smack of his palm against her spread cunt.
The pain was instantly softened by the swirl of his fingers stroking her sex. The rush of pleasure was only heightened by the cock down her throat and the lingering sting of his palm.
The pattern repeated: cock thrust down her throat, a sharp smack of his hand followed by the silky stroke of his fingers, her hands curling into fists, a gasp of breath, and again…
It wasn’t long before she bucked and thrashed, hips arching up to meet each smack and sexy stroke as her lungs burned. In the seconds before she hurtled into a powerful climax, Beau pulled suddenly away.
In a deep voice resonant with power and lust, he commanded, “Get on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck your ass.”
Trembling, Lia managed to force her rubbery limbs to obey. A shudder moved through her body as he smeared a dollop of lube at her puckered entrance. Then she felt the shift in the mattress as he crouched behind her.
One hand on the small of her back, he used the other to guide his hard cock inside her. Using the breathing techniques he’d taught her, Lia consciously relaxed her body to receive her Master. The initial pain of penetration quickly gave way to pleasure.
He groaned as he eased inside her. Once fully seated, he gripped her hips with strong hands, pulling her back against him. As he thrust in and out of her, he growled, “If you can make yourself come before I do, you have my permission.”
Nearly wild with lust, Lia rubbed her sopping cunt, her pleasure magnified by the full feeling of his hard cock inside her. His groans of pleasure spurred her on, and within seconds, she was falling, falling, falling into a powerful climax that melted her body and ignited her soul.
Beau shuddered against her, her name on his lips as he ejaculated deep inside her. They fell together in a sweaty heap onto the bed. They lay that way a long while, until their thudding hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal. Lia was drifting in a pleasant haze when Beau’s voice roused her.
“Let’s take a shower and grab some coffee before I hand you off to the wedding fairies.”
His words jerked her back to reality.
Today was May eighteenth, their wedding day! Loretta had directed her to arrive at the Duvall home at eleven a.m. sharp for a girls’ brunch, followed by hair and makeup. The photographer would arrive at four for family photos, the actual ceremony to commence at five.
As they showered together, Lia’s nerves reasserted themselves. “I hope those alterations to the gown were done properly,” she fretted. “I’ll need to check the seating assignments. Loretta has strange ideas of who should sit with whom. Do you think our scene friends will be okay at such a vanilla event? I’m not sure I like that DJ that Zinnia hired. He plays too many nineties hits. What if it rains? We should have waited until June. Are you sure that tie you chose goes with the jacket?”
Finally, Beau grabbed her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Laughing, he demanded, “Who stole my kickass slave girl and replaced her with a Southern belle debutante?”
“Ugh, right?” Lia exclaimed. “This whole wedding thing has made me crazy. It’s like Loretta has wormed her way into my psyche, channeling all that perfectionism and judgmental disappointment that dogged my whole childhood. I feel like I’m sixteen again. Like I’m still the family fuckup who never quite measured up.”
Beau let Lia go. He gently gripped her shoulders as he stared down into her eyes. “I think that’s exactly what’s happening here, Lia. There’s no question that the wedding planning has been stressful. Your mom can definitely be a lot to handle. And it’s natural to be nervous on your wedding day, and to want everything to be just right. But it’s also good to remember that you’re not that sixteen-year-old girl anymore. You’re a strong, confident, serene submissive who meets every challenge with grace and courage.”
“Thank you, Sir. I want to be that person. But how do I stop those stupid, old tapes from playing?”
Beau moved one hand from her shoulder to her throat. Though his touch was gentle, the primal gesture sent a lovely shiver through Lia’s frame. “First, remind me and yourself,” he said in a low, sexy voice, “who do you belong to?”