Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Once she’s in position, I unbutton my shirt, pulling it from the waistband of my pants, I shrug it off and allow it to pool behind me. My mind is a mess. Clarity is something of the past when I kneel behind her and inhale her womanly scent.
She’s drenched from her earlier orgasm and from the position I’ve just put her in. Reaching up, I grip her ass and squeeze it hard. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and she pushes back against my hands. She needs this as much as I do. “You’re beautiful, every inch of you, Raina,” my murmur dots her skin with goose bumps and she shivers in my hold.
Leaning in, I run the tip of my nose from the back of her knee up the smooth skin of her thigh. When I reach her sex, I copy the motion on her other leg. The scent of her pussy drugs me. It runs through my veins and I need more. I want to taste her. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I tug them from her hips and as they slip down to her knees, I’m awarded with a sight that stops my breath.
Her glistening lips beg me for attention. Pink. Wet. Mine. Once again, I grasp the cheeks of her ass and open her to my gaze. Flattening my tongue, I gently lick from her hooded clit to the forbidden entrance of her ass. Her taste lingers on my tongue, taunting me, knowing I can’t deny how much I want her.
“Please.” Her sigh is music to my ears, but she’s spoken out of turn. Raising my hand, I rain down a swat on her bare ass and a yelp falls from her lips.
“I didn’t ask you to speak. Remember the rules, or you will be punished,” I warn, my tone dripping with dominance. Once she’s quiet, I lap at her core again, reveling in her sweetness. The slickness of her arousal that coats my tongue and I never want to rid myself of it.
Her body shivers and her knees buckle. Holding her up, I rise to full height, towering over her bent form. Having her here in this room with her body for me to use as I wish, her submission is more than intoxicating. It’s got me aching to feel her cunt squeezing my cock.
“Stand, turn, and face me.”
When her blue eyes meet mine, they glisten with desire. Hunger for more. I lean in, brushing my lips, which are wet with her arousal, on hers. Allowing her to taste, smell, and savor the sweetness.
“You like the taste of your pussy on my lips?” I question with an amused stare and she nods. “Words, mio caro.”
“Yes, Sir. I love tasting what you do to me.” She smirks. Sassy little brat. Gripping her hips, I spin her around and press a hand to the small of her back, which has her bending at the waist. Without warning, I rain a swat on her ass, so hard and fast it knocks a whoosh of breath from her.
I gift her another and another. Until her skin is red and marked with my hand. My hands stroke the skin, sending ripples through her body. Her knees are barely holding her up and I know what my next step is. She’ll be bound while I test her limits. She’d look so beautiful with my cane marks on her ass. Pretty purple bruises telling her she’s mine. Every time she sits, moves, walks, I want her to remember who she belongs to.
Me.
“Raina, stand. I want you to go over to the table in the corner, near the window. I want you to kneel on the table facing outside.”
Silently, she obeys every word to the T. No argument, no question.
I watch her, in awe of the beauty and perfection. Once she’s kneeling, I step up behind her. With her on the small table, it puts us at the same height.
“Look across the field. There’s nothing and nobody. You’re here alone with me. Only me. Do you feel safe?”
She nods.
“Now, before we start, you need a safe word.”
“I don’t—”
“Trust me, bella, you’ll need one.”
Silence once again falls around us like a song. This is our song, our symphony, which echoes around us, playing to the movement of our chests as they rise and fall with every breath. Almost poetically. This is what I live for. The anticipation of what’s to come.
“Whisky,” she murmurs. A chuckle rumbles in my throat at her choice.
“Is there a reason you chose that word?”
She smiles shyly. The reflection of her face in the window makes me grin, something I’ve not done with a woman in a long while. There’s a lot I want to do with Raina that makes me wonder what hold this woman has on me. “It reminds me of when I first saw you drinking the whisky I poured. The way your lips glistened with the alcohol, and I wanted to—”