Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Fisting my hand in Rachel’s hair, I guide her mouth back to my cock and thrust in. She’s no longer in control as I thrust deeper into her mouth. And deeper still. How far can she take me?
I’m not small, and the thought of her taking all of me inside…damn, I can’t think about that if I want to last.
But she takes more of me than I’m expecting, all the way to the back of her mouth where my cock is pushing against her throat. One swallow and she’ll be there.
We can save that for next time. I’m too close as I fuck her mouth, hard and fast, holding her head still as I take what I need. I’m there, the fire licking down my spine and through my balls. My voice is raw. “Swallow it all,” I say, a split second before the orgasm hits, pleasure driving through me like a stampede.
I hold myself deep, feeling the way I fill her mouth with cum and the way she swallows me completely. Her lips are still stretched around my shaft. When I can breathe again, her gorgeous eyes lock on mine. “Good girl,” I tell her, pulling my cock from between her lips.
She just smiles. And I smile too. Because we’re not remotely finished.
10
Rachel
That was the hottest thing that I’ve ever done. I’ve never been tied up before, and that added element of not being able to move my hands turned my arousal up to eleven.
I honestly barely noticed Clayton’s bed frame in the midst of our passion, but now I’m very aware of the fact that there are four tall posts. They don’t go to the ceiling or anything, but they’re prominent, and given that rope is wrapped around my wrists, I’m betting those are coming into play.
“You like the rope,” Clayton says. It’s not a question.
“Yes.”
He smirks. “Ready for more?”
“Hell yes,” I breathe.
Clayton unwinds the rope from my wrists, but he doesn’t free me. He keeps the rope attached, drawing me over to the bed, and laying me out. One by one he ties my wrists to the bedposts. And when he strokes his fingers down my legs to wrap his hand around my ankle, I’m shaking with anticipation.
He locks eyes with me as he wraps the rope, deliberately making me think about the fact that I’m being bound to the bed. Open. Vulnerable. Exactly where he wants me.
Terrifying and exhilarating. I trust Clayton. On a level deeper than conscious thought, I know that I am safe with him. Even as I test the strength of the ropes and my fight or flight instinct kicks in, I know I am safe. But that doesn’t stop me from yanking on the ropes and trying to break free.
Clayton easily grabs my other ankle and finishes securing it to the bed. And then I can’t move at all. My breath is short. He drops his pants all the way to the floor and steps out of them. He strips off his shirt so he is completely naked in front of me, hard again. Lazily, he rolls the condom down his cock, drawing my eyes to his length. Fucking hell.
When he climbs up my body, it’s like a beast coming to consume his prey. Sexy as hell. “I like you like this,” he murmurs against my lips. “I can do whatever I like with you.”
I am nothing but heat, and if I had my eyes closed, I would swear that I was on fire.
He laughs softly. “I need to buy a vibrator.”
Searching his face, I don’t think that he’s joking. “Why would you need one?”
A slow, feral grin. “Once I buy one, I’ll tie you down just like this. Maybe tighter. Blindfold you. And then I’ll strap the vibrator to your clit and let it run.”
“That sounds fun,” I manage, breathlessly.
“But here’s the catch,” he says. “I could leave you here, just like that. Go downstairs and have a snack. Watch TV. Read a book. While you were just here, with nothing to do but feel while I had the remote.”
I swear to God that there’s no more air in this room. He’s taken it all with his fantasy. I have to close my eyes, and I can’t breathe. My pussy is so wet I can feel it. Clayton’s lips move at my ear. “And under no circumstances would you be allowed to come until I told you that you could.”
“Fucking hell,” I said.
“Can you imagine that, Rachel? Tied to my bed, writhing in pleasure just because I want to you to?”
Part of me knows that he’s saying it just to turn me on, but fuck me, it’s working. Lips graze along my neck, and the vibrations of his voice ripples goosebumps across my skin. “And if you don’t make it, we start all over again the next day until you learn how to be a good girl with some self-control.”