A Lesson in Blackmail – Black Mountain Academy Read Online K.D. Robichaux

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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He stops moving, pulling back to look down into my eyes. I look up at him deliriously, still tipsy from the champagne I drank at the reception, and most definitely drunk on him. “You think that’s funny, little mouse?”

I smile up at him, taking in his lowered brows and flared nostrils, his sexy Dom face, but I know I don’t have to worry too much, because as he said, he’s wanted me far too much today and was forced to keep his hands off me while we were surrounded by his family and all our friends. “Just a little, Mr. Black.”

He lifts a brow. “You provoking me?”

I shake my head languidly. “Nope, just here enjoying my husband’s cock, thank you.”

He groans, said cock twitching inside me. “Baby, fuck.” He picks up his thrusts, closing his eyes for a moment and resting his forehead against mine. “Just so you know, I’m making a mental note to punish you for that later,” he whispers. “But for now, I’m just going to enjoy my wife’s tight…” Thrust. “…wet…” Thrust. “…pussy. Thank you.”

I giggle, and he groans, swirling his hips, sitting back up and looking into my eyes. “You know your pussy squeezes me like a fist when you laugh?” he prompts, but all I can do is moan and blink at him as he reaches down between us, over the skirt, and finds my clit with two fingers. He pinches it gently, and my legs convulse, and he picks up his pace. “Something to explore later,” he says absently, and then that’s the end of all conversation, because he hikes his knees up higher beneath my hips, wraps his arm beneath my back to grasp my shoulder from behind to keep me anchored, and then he tosses the reins on his control to the wind, fucking me like it’s our last time, when it’s really our first as man and wife.

Several minutes later, when he’s untied and undressed me and carried me out of our playroom and into our bedroom, he wraps me up in his arms after tucking the sheets around us. My head lays on his chest as he traces patterns along my back with his fingertips, lulling me to sleep. And in that moment just before I fall into oblivion, I feel him chuckle, hearing it deep inside his chest.

“What’s so funny, Mr. Black?” I murmur, the words coming out mostly slurred.

“Oh, nothing, little mouse,” he tells me low. “Just that I blackmailed you into becoming Mrs. Black.” He chuckles again.

I let out one exhausted, amused huff, and then I fall right to sleep.

The End


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