Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Oh, god. “Matt…”
“I’m here, and you’re going to need that trust, honey.” From his pocket, he pulled out a purple scrap of fabric held together by an elastic strap. “Blindfold. You good with that?”
The possibilities made her tremble. “Yes.”
“Good.” He slipped it on.
The padding hugged the delicate bones around her eyes and plunged her into near darkness. Madison felt the edges of the soft covering as her other senses took over. She focused on the heat of his fingers clutching her shoulders as he spun her around. When he settled her back against his hard chest, his manly, woodsy scent enveloped her.
Desire spiked. Sweet heat bloomed between her legs. She felt both dizzy and alive at the thought of putting herself in his care, on needing him for every step and breath she took. Her excitement sharpened.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Patience. I got you. But before anything else, I need you to think of a word—not one you’d use every day, but something you won’t forget. I want you to use that word if anything I say or do upsets or scares you, okay?”
“You want to know my safe word?”
“Exactly.”
She’d read tons of romance novel heroines choosing theirs, but she’d never once considered what she might pick if she ever found herself with a man determined to make her swoon by enforcing his silken will. Her thoughts bounced. Her blood sizzled. Her insides danced. “Um…library.”
“Library?”
“It’s one of my favorite places. Every time I walk in and see people immersed, and I smell books…”
“You get excited?”
The mirth in his voice made her smile. “Not that kind of excited, but yeah.”
“Library it is. If you say that word, everything stops. Then we talk.”
“Okay.” She tried not to squirm in impatience, but she ached for him—and only him—to fulfill her deepest fantasies.
“I’m going to lead you forward. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Madison tried not to shake as he guided her down the hall toward that mysterious door that had been locked when she’d tested it before her shower. She had imagined all kinds of uses for the room, from cleaning fish to feeding bad guys’ bodies to the gators. But it belonged to Jack Cole, who clearly knew more than a few things about BDSM. She suspected now the room had a completely different purpose.
“Stop.” After he pulled her to a halt, she heard the scrape of a lock, followed by the door creaking. “Inside.”
When he nudged her forward, Madison complied. The door closed behind her. She sensed more than saw him flip on a light. Her heart surged double-time. Her nerves jangled. Every sensitive spot on her body silently screamed for his touch.
“Good.” Matt dragged something across the room, then took hold of her hips and guided her back. “Sit.”
Once she settled on the padded stool, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, one on each cheek, then another to the tip of her nose. Madison sank into the sensation.
She couldn’t see Matt closing in for more, but she felt him with every cell in her body, as if they were connected by some invisible tether. When she tilted her chin to him, he cradled her face, groaned, and laid his lips over hers. She opened to him and lost herself.
He felt like safety, and he tasted like every desire she’d ever yearned for. Her breath caught. She arched closer. He fitted their mouths together like two pieces of a puzzle settling snugly, irrevocably into place.
His tongue teased her. She tasted a hint of wine, but he intoxicated her far more.
When he lifted his lips and stepped away, she felt empty. “Matt…”
“I’m not done with you—nowhere near. But we need to have one more conversation.”
Her thoughts raced down a mental checklist of all the chats he might want to have in this moment. She could only think of one. “Limits?”
“Exactly. The only thing I won’t do is hurt or force you, pretend or otherwise.”
None of that appealed to her. “That’s perfect.”
“Tell me your limits.”
“I don’t like pain. I’ve read books with breath, fire, needle, and knife play. No.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to be afraid. I don’t want dangerous.”
They had enough of that in their lives already.
“Bondage?”
Matt restraining her so that she had to helplessly take any and all of his desires? “Yes.”
“Impact? I’ll be gentle…mostly.”
“Yes.” Somehow she knew he would make a spanking feel like the most exquisite pleasure.
“Do you want me to pull your hair?” He wrapped his fist in the skeins at her crown and tugged.
She was almost afraid to admit how much. “Yes.”
Madison felt his smile as his fingers drifted down to her taut nipples, now pushing against the front of her thin cotton shirt. “Do you want me to clamp these?”
“Yes,” she whined.
“Do you want me to control your orgasm?”
That was one of her most secret fantasies. “Please.”