Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 100417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Wh-what does that mean?” Can’t think. Insensible. “Please let me go!”
“Some masters would leave a submissive like this, disregarded to suffer on her own.”
What? Disregard me? I had no barriers, no wall—just my vulnerable underbelly, ripe for a slice.
“But I can’t.” He eased his towering, naked frame down beside me, the head of his cock painting precum across my thigh. “I can’t leave you.” He petted my damp hair from my forehead, tenderly kissing my mouth. “I suffer with you.”
“Ah, gracias, Máxim.” Now I was thanking him? For making me weak? For putting me through agony?
But he was in agony too. His cock was swollen, veins and shaft bulging. I sensed he was just preventing himself from yanking the wand out of his way and plunging into me to end this.
I caught his gaze, pleading with mine. “L-let’s both come, Máxim. I’ll be good. Por favor, mi amor?”
He rasped, “You are utter sweetness, aren’t you?” He traced the edge of the bulb, soaked from my pussy, then offered his finger to my mouth.
I met his eyes as I sucked it lovingly.
“Utter—fucking—sweetness.” He returned his finger to the bulb, then back to my lips. He kissed me at the same time, both of our tongues twining his finger—a wet, filthy kiss to trade my cream between us.
Another orgasm struck. “Mmmm!” I screamed against his lips. I had to break away as I writhed, my limbs snatching at my bonds.
“Stunning.” His breaths came even quicker, sweat lathering his own skin. “Now, what do you have to tell me, baby?”
“I can’t!”
“Tell me why you can’t. Or tell me yes.”
“No! No! No!”
“Very well.” He rose on his knees, reaching for the clamps.
“Oh, wait, wait!” I wriggled my chest, but he caught me by the breast. I shook my head wildly.
“This will hurt.” He gradually released one clamp.
Blood rushed back to the peak. Currents of pain sizzled up and down my body. I went light-headed, almost passing out.
“Stay with me, Katya.”
My nipple was engorged, more sensitive than it’d ever been. “Ah! N-not the other! I can’t take it, you devil!”
He was merciless, hand poised over the clamp. “Tell me what I want to hear. No?” He eased the metal apart.
“No . . . leave it . . . don’t!” Too late; he’d removed it. My nipples felt like they’d been branded. I babbled in two languages. I arched toward him, shoving the aching peaks at him for succor, for anything! “Please, PLEASE!”
“Do you need something from me, dushen’ka? I understand the feeling. I need you to say yes.”
Before I gathered my wits enough to curse him, he dialed up the wand. Then he leaned down and blew on my nipples.
I shrieked and my eyes rolled back in my head . . . as I came and came and came for him. . . .
When I could focus my eyesight again, I saw him above me. His neck and chest muscles flexed, his skin sheening with sweat.
He spread his knees and began to jack his cock. “You like to watch me, don’t you?”
This vision of him only increased my agony—as he well knew. “Can’t—no more—por favor.”
His legs quaked as he fucked his fist. With his other hand, he cupped his heavy sac, kneading it roughly. “Be a good girl, and tell me what I want to hear.” He released his balls to reach for the wand. “Don’t make me do this, baby.”
“N-no, por favor!”
“Then tell me! Why are you so bloody determined?”
“Máxim, why do you push me??”
“Woman, you will tell—me—why!”
“Because!”
“Because why? Damn it, answer me!”
“When this ends, I want to be left in one piece!” There. I’d said it.
“Your heart in one piece?” His gaze was almost inhuman, his piercing blue eyes full of fire. “Too fucking late. You might as well enjoy the fall.” The crash. He turned the dial up to the highest level.
Instant orgasm.
Relentless.
Bone-melting.
As my back bowed sharply, I screamed, “YES! I-I’ll go! I’LL GO WITH YOU!”
My words were cut off by his brutal yell. He began to ejaculate, pumping semen over me.
I screamed louder as his hot cum landed like a whip over my body. He striped lashes across my belly, my toy and swollen lips, both of my breasts. My abused nipples. As I writhed beneath him, semen pooled in the dip of my collarbone and mixed with my sweat. “Mercy!”
He lunged for the wand’s cord, yanking it from the socket, then collapsed over me.
Between heaving breaths, he said, “We leave the morning of the twenty-eighth, Katya. You have shopping to do.”
CHAPTER 26
After selecting several pieces of jewelry, including pearl earrings to go with my necklace, I vacillated over a gold pair that were crazy expensive—as in could also buy a luxury sports car expensive. They were dangly, with the tiniest padlocks and keys at the ends.
The older male jeweler polished his glasses and said, “Take your time, dear.”
Today, while Sevastyan had been making last-minute tweaks to security for his brother’s wedding (how much security could one wedding need?), he’d had vendors come to the hotel. “I know you loathe shopping,” he’d told me, “but you’ll have to suck it up.” So said the king.
After I’d been persuaded to attend the wedding, I’d done a risk/reward analysis. Reward: more life-changing sex, traveling, seeing snow for the first time. I would get to meet his family and friends and learn more about him. I wondered how he would introduce me, how he would act around others.
Risk: the crash. Yet I’d worked to convince myself that I couldn’t possibly fall so quickly. A little over a week? It was crazy even to think about! Right? I could go, enjoy the wedding, and my heart would be just swell.
In any case, I had no choice about attending; to bad weather . . .
This jeweler was the last of the vendors left. He’d displayed his wares across the long dining room table, atop a roll of black velvet. Earlier, Sevastyan had strode by on his way to the study. “She’ll take them.” He’d waved at the entire collection.