Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“Yes, Sir,” she said. It was strange how calling him that seemed to take some of the tension from her shoulders.
It made it easier to obey him.
“Now, all you have to do is what I tell you. I don’t want you to think or to hesitate. If you’re uncomfortable or scared then say your safeword. There will never be any repercussions. But otherwise, do what Sir tells you, Pet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re so beautiful. Such a precious, gorgeous Pet for me. Sir is very pleased with you.” As he spoke, he ran his hands lightly over her body, along her arms and then down over her chest.
When he reached down past her stomach to her pussy, she moaned.
“That’s it. Let Sir know how much you like his touch. I don’t want you to hold back. Give it all to me, Pet.”
She tensed.
She wasn’t sure she could give him everything. Lord, she hoped she could please him.
He took off the towel from her head, then wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged. “Uh-uh. No thinking. I want you to just listen and obey. Be a good pet and you’ll be nicely rewarded.”
Listen and obey.
She should be good at that since she’d had that beaten into her.
No. She wasn’t going to think about that right now.
“Yes, Sir.”
“My good girl.” He let go of her hair and then she felt his fingers at her mouth.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
As she parted her lips, he pressed his fingers into her mouth.
“Get them all nice and wet for Sir.”
She wasn’t sure why she had to wet them when she was floating in water he could use, but her job wasn’t to think.
Listen and obey.
So she ran her tongue around his fingers, wetting them as much as she could.
“Well done, Pet,” he praised her.
She preened.
Dear Lord. Really? She was preening over that?
Something soft pressed against her mouth.
Oh. His mouth. He was kissing her. She parted her lips, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth to play with hers.
Damn.
If she had to pick who was a better kisser between Salem and Alexei. . . yeah, there was no way she could do it.
Or would want to for that matter.
As he kissed her, he ran his hand down her body. The logical part of her wanted to point out that he didn’t need her saliva on his fingers.
But she supposed that wasn’t the point.
And besides, talking meant that she’d have to stop kissing and she didn’t want to do that.
He ran his fingers along her slit, then drew his mouth from hers.
A low moan of protest escaped and she opened her eyes to glare up at him.
“Were you given permission to open your eyes, Pet?” he asked calmly.
Oh heck.
“No, but I—”
“Then best you close them again, don’t you think?” he asked.
She slammed her eyes closed.
“Now, because you broke the rules this is going to become more difficult for you, I’m afraid.”
What? What was going to be more difficult?
He ran a finger over her swollen clit.
Oh God.
She arched back, raising her hips. That felt sooo good.
He flicked his finger back and forth. Back and forth.
Her arousal grew. She needed more. She pushed her hips up again, feeling the water brushing against her sensitive skin. Reaching down, she grabbed his hand.
“More. More.”
“Uh-uh, put your hands on the side of the bath and keep them there. No touching.”
That was sooo mean! All she wanted was for him to increase the pressure of his touch.
To move his finger faster.
Why wouldn’t he do that?
“Now, your punishment for opening your eyes without permission is that you don’t get to come until I give you permission.”
What?
Nooo.
Tamsyn had spent enough time in BDSM clubs and read enough books about Doms and subs to understand it was a thing.
But she didn’t think it would happen to her.
Especially not the first time that someone planned to give her an orgasm. She’d only experienced them with her own hand and honestly, they hadn’t been all that good.
She’d been starting to think that all the books and movies were lying to her.
Until meeting these guys.
Because she was certain that if anyone could give her an amazing, mind-blowing orgasm, it would be these guys.
“Nooo,” she moaned. “That’s so not fair.”
“Well, next time you might remember to do as you’re told,” he replied without sympathy.
Should she tell him this was going to be her first real orgasm? But that might mean explaining about her other sexual encounters.
And that really wasn’t something she wanted to discuss.
“No thinking,” he ordered, lightly slapping her pussy.
It didn’t hurt and the impact was lessened by the water. But, oh, she could go for more of that. For anything . . . she just wanted him to touch her.
“Please,” she moaned.
“My poor girl,” he crooned. “You’re so wound up and now you have to wait to come. That’s going to be so hard.”