Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
“Wasn’t she just.”
“You got yourself a young pocket rocket there, sir.” He chuckles. Young. “She’ll keep you on your toes, that’s for sure.”
The doors start closing. “Or on the edge of insanity,” I mumble, flicking Clive a pound coin. I just see a glimpse of his scowl as he catches it before the doors come together. What the hell is she in such a rush for?
When I reach the penthouse, I close the door quietly behind me, listening carefully, as I creep through the space, my eyes peeled. Not in the lounge. Not in the kitchen. Definitely no dinner waiting for me. As if. I still at the bottom of the stairs, hearing the distant running of water. “Well, this will make things easier,” I say to myself, taking the knot of my tie and yanking at it as I climb the steps to heaven.
I strip out of my suit, leaving it in a messy pile by the bed, and drop the cuffs on top before removing my boxers and pacing to the bathroom. I hear the shower shut off, and when I reach the doorway, I find Ava frantically washing her naked, wet body. It’s quite a sight. But, again, why’s she in such a hurry?
She steps out, yanks a towel down, spins, and then yelps when she crashes into me.
“Surprised to see me?” I ask, towering over her.
She peeks up, wary. “A little.”
“Thought so.” I consider the merits of manhandling her to the bed, risk her fighting me, but no. Not now. Now, she’s going to do what I ask, when I ask it. She’s going to make up for her insubordination this morning. She’s going to hand all the power back to me. “We have a small issue to resolve, and we’re going to do it now.”
“What if I say no?” Her voice is small. Unsure. Fucking pointless.
“You won’t.” I move closer, letting my jutting dick meet her stomach. Her breath hitches. Go on, baby. Say no. “Let’s not play games, Ava. We both know you’ll never say no to me.” I drag a finger across her warm, wet skin, and she inhales, gripping the towel harder, her eyes fluttering closed. “Do you believe in fate, Ava?”
“No,” she says, looking up at me, confused by my question.
“I do.” I encase her pussy with my palm. “I believe that you’re supposed to be here with me,” I whisper, watching as her dark eyes smoke. “So you advising the concierge that you don’t live here just fucks me off.”
I tweak her nipple hard, making her grunt under her breath, and push my fingers into her. She immediately melts. “Oh, God.” The towel is discarded, her hands flying up and gripping me. The column of her throat glows when her head drops back, and I’m there, spreading my attention across her flesh, fingering her meticulously.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream, Ava.” I seize her face, demanding her eyes. She looks startled, overcome, confused. “Go and kneel on the end of the bed,” I demand. “Face the headboard.”
I’m astonished when she goes straight to the bed, fulfilling my order without question or hesitation. More than astonished. But it does confirm, without question or doubt, that I can bend her to my will when she’s in this state of mind. Make any command and she’ll do it.
This state of mind needs to be a constant.
I collect the cuffs and move in behind her, mesmerized by the smooth planes of her back, her pert arse resting on her heels, her hair a jumble of waves held up messily. Her shoulder blades, sharp but veiled in soft, olive skin. Skin that, with just one touch, sends my mind to mush. Hair that, with one smell, short-circuits my brain. An arse that sways like a pendulum when she walks, subtle and smooth.
My cheeks blow out, my hand dragging down my face. I need to pull my shit together. Make the most of this moment. I place the cuffs carefully down on the covers as my chest meets her back, and I look up at the ceiling, pulling in air quietly before taking her hands and guiding them to her boobs.
She shakes. Her shoulders vibrate. I’m in full control here. In control of her pleasure. Of her body. Of her thoughts. I circle her palms slowly over her nipples, looking down at her, absorbing the ecstasy emblazoned all over her face. Oh, baby. I’ve not even warmed up yet. But her responses. Her reactions, they’re holding me in good stead. She knows I’m in control too. And yet she still pushes her luck, thrusting her chest forward in an attempt to gain more friction on her nipples. I quietly scold her, withdrawing, denying her. Her muffled, dejected cry makes me smile. “Do you trust me?” I whisper in her ear.