Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Into a free fall.
I remembered screaming with fear all the way down. Then I remembered kicking up through the water and breaking the surface, triumphant, to cast that boy a suck it grin.
All the terror had been worth it, just for that reward. Would the same prove true tonight?
“Could you give me absolute obedience, Natalie?”
Gut check. Could I step off the ledge once more? My honest answer: “I won’t know until we try.” I reached for his chest, stroking over a tattoo. His muscles rippled to my touch.
When my thumb brushed his flat nipple, he inhaled sharply. “I’ve warned you of what I’ll expect, I’ve warned you about what kind of man I am. And you still push? I’ll give you a taste that will send you fleeing from me. This will be out of your system—because you will fear me. . . .”
CHAPTER 8
Fear him? I swallowed audibly. Did I dare go along with this?
“Spread your thighs,” he commanded, rising above me.
It seemed I was still under the influence—of him; I tentatively opened my legs.
He positioned himself between them. Clutching the shirt lapels in his fists, he snatched open the rest of the buttons, yanking the shirt from me—until my naked breasts quivered before his predator’s gaze.
My body was completely bared and defenseless, and his behavior should have made me nervous. Instead, I had to concentrate to keep my hips from undulating.
“If you want more, then put your hands behind your neck.”
I blinked up at him. “What?” Make my position even more vulnerable?
“Do it, and do not move them. Sdavaisya.” Surrender.
“I-I don’t know.”
“I didn’t ask.”
I hesitated, but then curiosity and this aching horniness demanded I do as he said.
When I laced my fingers at my nape, he said, “Good girl.” For long moments, he stared at me with such a possessive gaze, it was almost palpable. Finally his hands descended on me, gripping my waist. When his fingers almost touched, I was struck by how much larger he was than I, how much larger he was than anybody I’d ever fooled around with. Would he think me too small?
He rubbed his rough palms up my sides, pronouncing me “ideal’naya.” It meant perfect, or, more specifically, unimprovable.
I sighed with pleasure. “I thought you didn’t like the way I look.”
He raised his face, all consternation. “When did I ever give you that impression, pet?”
“Far from your type? Ring a bell?”
“I meant that—literally. You are different from the women I’ve been with.” More to himself, he said, “Night and day.”
I imagined him with cool, statuesque beauties from the north, felt like a runt in comparison. That feeling was short-lived—because he moved his attention to my breasts.
Cupping them from the bottom, he nearly circled them with his big hands. Avoiding my nipples, he kneaded with a practiced touch that was just this side of rough. But I loved it, arching to him.
Again and again, he palmed me, plumping the mounds until the rest of my body begged for contact—which he seemed determined to withhold.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Sexually torturing you.” He tightened his grip on my breasts.
They began to swell, the skin heating and reddening. My nipples stiffened and distended, until the sight of them was lurid, turning me on even more. I looked from them to his transfixed gaze, then back. Still he massaged; still my flesh swelled.
When I felt his heavy breaths on the sensitive tips, I squirmed with a perfect mix of misery and delight. I noticed the sheets were damp beneath me and realized I was going to come like this. My eyes went wide with discovery. I could orgasm without a single touch on my neglected pussy.
I thought I’d known what my body was capable of, yet now it was behaving in unfamiliar ways. He seemed to know what it could do better than I did.
Never lessening his grip, he leaned down, letting his breaths torment the peaks even more. Avoiding contact with them, he darted his tongue to flick kisses along the sides, all around the tips.
If he touched my nipples I would scream. If he didn’t touch my nipples I would scream. “Sevastyan, kiss them!” I was panting with distress, writhing from this excruciating arousal. I twined my fingers behind my neck, but I didn’t know how much longer I could last before I touched myself. “Do something.”
“Like this?” With a sinister look, he blew on one tip, then the other.
A cry broke from my lips, my back bowing to get me closer to that frustrating stimulation.
“Still.” He pinned me down, giving my breasts an even harsher squeeze. “Submit to me.”
Just the word submit made me tremble, made my clitoris throb. Until I was helpless not to touch it. Releasing my hold at my neck, I trailed my hand down.
“Ah-ah.” He snatched my hip, shoving me to my side, baring my ass to him.
“What are you—”
With one of his callused hands caging my neck to hold me in place, he used his other to slap my bottom. With enough force to startle me. “If you don’t obey me, you’ll be punished. Understand?” Another harsh slap.
He’d told me I would fear him; with each swat, alarm began building inside me. I swallowed hard against the hand at my throat.
“Understand?” His palm cracked across my ass again.
“Ow!” That one hadn’t been a love tap either. “Yes!”
“Say, ‘I understand, Sevastyan.’ ”
“I-I understand, Sevastyan.” But I didn’t. His eyes were flashing with excitement, his chest heaving; the tip of his bulging cock had moistened the material of his pants. He got that turned on from whipping me?
Did I? Obedience was one thing, but this was corporal. Yet I was as wet as I’d ever been, my ass tingling so deliciously that I craved another slap.
Which couldn’t be right. How could I crave something I should fear ?
Between breaths, he said, “Don’t like a man giving you a correction?”
My body screamed, Yes! But my mind resisted. The truth? “I’m undecided.”
That made him scowl anew. “Hands, Natalya.”
When I twined them behind me, he positioned me on my back again. Grasping my breasts once more, he lowered his head, mouth almost to my nipple.