Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
His damp mouth was hot on my neck as his chest, faintly dusted with hair, bushed over my back. Goosebumps lifted on my arms, and my nipples hardened into points while his hands roamed over my body. They closed on top of my hands, lacing his fingers through mine, and I surrendered to his direction. I moved under my master’s power as he lifted our arms and slammed my hands to the wall just over the headboard, making me bend at the waist.
It was uttered sternly in my ear. “These stay here.”
I shivered with anticipation. His dick was hard, jutting against my back, and he rubbed it provocatively over my ass. Teasing. Promising. He unlaced our hands and dragged his palms along my arms, his fingers trailing over my skin like he wanted to assess each goosebump he’d given me.
Up his hands moved to my shoulders, they smoothed down my back, gliding even slower, and I arched into his touch. The sensation of it pumped fog into my mind and steam into my body.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
The heat of him went away, and his tone was frosty domination. “You do not tell me what to do.”
He had me addicted to him already, and I was jonesing for my next fix. It made me desperate and reckless, and I affected a patronizing voice. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Fire cracked across my ass, the pain of it registering a split-second after the sound of his skin striking mine. Holy fuck, that spank was serious. I gnashed my teeth to hold in the groan.
Anger filled him, so hot I could sense it without even looking at him. Each of his words were deliberate. “Do not call me that.”
Would he do it again if I did? Give me a matching red handprint on the other side? Excitement bubbled over. “Okay . . . Daddy.”
It stole all my breath when he slapped the other cheek. Pinpricks tingled across my skin.
“Enough.”
I pressed my hands hard against the wall and turned over my shoulder to look at him. He stared at my ass like a man transfixed. He put a palm over the irritated skin and gripped a handful, clearly enjoying the way my red bottom looked in his hand. When his gaze lifted to me, he scowled, upset I’d caught him looking.
I swallowed so hard he must have heard it.
“Don’t,” he warned.
But his dick was hard and throbbing, and the fire in his eyes was beautiful, and I couldn’t stop pushing him even if I’d wanted to. “Please, Daddy.”
He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and clamped down on my waist with the other, flattening his chest to my back. “You want to be punished, little girl, is that it?” he snarled. “I can accommodate.”
He wasn’t gentle or slow as he entered my body. I was impaled. His cock roughly split me in two as he pushed his way inside without regard or apology.
“Fuck,” we groaned together in our pleasure.
My eyes pinched shut, and with my vision gone, it made space for him to completely take me over. He was deep inside my body and my mind, and if I wasn’t careful, he’d force his way into my heart too.
His hands were rough and his hips rougher as he fucked me. His teeth latched on to the spot where my neck met my body, biting until it ached. I clenched down with the muscles inside me, squeezing every drop of enjoyment from him I could.
“You like this?” he taunted. Or perhaps he was asking for real. It was impossible to tell over the violent slap of his body against mine and his ragged breath heaving into my ear.
“Yes,” I sobbed.
The electric charge of him sizzled through my system, overloading it. It grew more intense when his hand on my waist was shoved between my legs, touching us where we were connected. He found my clit and rubbed furious circles on it, and a tremble snaked up my legs.
Moans poured from me, growing shamefully loud. Would his staff hear them?
My arms were already shaking, fatigued from bracing myself to the wall against his aggressive, unforgiving thrusts. White flashes burst behind my closed eyelids. Oh, God. He was going to make me come again, and in this position, where his cock seemed to go on forever, I wondered if it might kill me.
Pain radiated down my scalp as he snatched a handful of my hair and jerked my head back onto his shoulder. His tone was sinister, sliding into my mind like a knife. “You like the way Daddy fucks you?”
Without warning, my climax slammed into me, causing my arms to buckle, and I collapsed forward, face-first into his pillow. But Macalister didn’t stop. He followed my descent and drove into me, riding my orgasm and using it to propel him into his own. He clenched a hand on my ass as his shuddering gasp punched the air in the room, and he held on to me even after the pleasure waned, leaving us panting for breath.