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)
He licked his way up her neck. “So eager. So sweet. So willing to let me do dark and filthy-dirty things to you.”
“Hurry.”
He chuckled something long and low that made her desire surge. “We’re still talking.”
Madison shook her head. “Why? We’re on the same page.”
“Are we?” he murmured. “How about anal sex?”
“I-I don’t know. I’ve never… In fact, I’ve never done any of this.” But even the idea of him filling her in the most forbidden way made goose bumps erupt all over her skin.
“You’ve never submitted to any man before?”
“No.”
“I’ll be the first?” He sounded pleased.
“Yes.”
He raked his knuckles over her nipple again, now so sensitive she felt the texture of his skin and the hardness of his bones. Under his slow, tender touch, she dissolved. “Your body likes the idea of me owning and controlling you…”
“You have no idea.” Madison squirmed. She wasn’t even sure what she needed more—relief…or for him to do his obscene worst.
“I have a thousand needs to unleash to make my million fantasies of you come true.”
“I want every one of them,” she gasped.
Slowly, he walked a circle around her. She felt his stare on her, studying her, inspecting her, hungering for her. Making her tremble with heady need.
Finally, he stopped behind her and pressed his lips to her ear. “I’m going to take everything you’re willing to give me and still demand more. I’m going to undo you and challenge you. When you unravel for me, I’ll gorge on you. You’ll get so used to the feel of my skin on yours, you’ll physically ache when we’re apart. Then I’ll live inside you here”—he pressed a fingertip to her temple—“here”—he flattened his palm against her chest—“and definitely here.” He cupped her pussy with a hot hand. “When I fucked you this morning, you admitted that I own you. You said I could have you any time, any way, and anywhere I want, didn’t you?”
His fingers worked against her cleft, getting to her as if nothing was between him and her most sensitive flesh. “Yes.”
“I’m done being afraid to be myself, so I’m going to hold you to that. As long as I’m protecting you, Madison, you’ll give in to my desires. You’ll surrender your body and your soul. You’ll lay them at my feet and thank me, no matter how I choose to use them for my pleasure.”
“I will.” Electric thrill seared her body. “But should I?”
Hadn’t she learned too much in the last few years to blindly give anyone power over her?
“You want to.” He slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her underwear and skimmed his fingers over her slick, swollen clit. “Oh, you’re wet as fuck.”
Sensations nearly sent her bolting off the stool. She reached out to steady herself, but only managed to flail against the dark burn of ecstasy.
He steadied her from behind with firm hands. “If you need something, tell me. I take care of what’s mine. That includes you. So what’s wrong?”
Something—innate caution? Deliciously agonizing fear? Or her foolish need to play with fire?—made her hesitate. “I want this. You have no idea how much. But I’m afraid. What will you do with the power I give you?”
“Oh, honey. I know others have taken advantage of you. I won’t,” he vowed. “All you have to do is say the words for me like a good girl, the way you did at the motel. Tell me that I own you, and that as long as I’m protecting you, I’ll have you. Then you’ll have me on you a lot, and I’ll take care of you in every single way. You’ll be safe and protected.” His fingertips brushed her clit once more. “And thoroughly pleasured.”
The obsession roughening his voice twisted her desire into a dark, throbbing thrill. The cotton rasping over her rigid nipples with every harsh breath aroused her. But it was the sincerity in his words that moved her the most.
“Matt…” Her voice wobbled as her body seized up, already on the precipice of orgasm. He’d barely touched her, and she shook with trembling need from head-to-toe.
“Do you want to say your safe word? I need you to be honest—with me and yourself.”
She weighed her fear against the desperate pang for him in her heart. “I don’t.”
With a groan, Matt tongued his way up her neck. Then he gripped her chin with his free hand and twisted her head to meet his kiss. He delved deep, stroking her tongue, eating at her mouth with a dizzying urgency, before he pulled away and left her weak.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed against the back of her neck. “Spread your legs wider.” Instantly, she obeyed, and he rewarded her by giving her swollen nub a long, decadent swipe with his fingers. “Good. Keep them spread for me.”
“I will,” she promised.
As she shivered, he worked his free hand under her pajama top. “Take this off.”