Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“No coming without permission, either,” he instructed.
She groaned. That was so mean.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he kneeled next to her on the bed. He was only wearing a pair of loose-fitting black pants at this stage.
Lord, he was so hot.
She wanted to run her hands all over him, to kiss him, to lick every inch.
It was so hard to lie still and she really didn’t see how she was going to last.
Maybe she should disobey him and take the punishment.
It would be worth it.
35
Before she could decide whether she was going to chance a punishment, Travis was running a finger through her slick lips, pressing it deep inside her. Caren whimpered.
More. She needed more.
He held up his finger and then sucked it into his mouth. “Delicious.”
Her breath hitched, her heart racing as she watched him. Then he used two fingers, pushing them in and out of her pussy as she attempted to thrust her hips up, wanting more.
He lightly slapped the side of her thigh. “Stay still, baby. Keep those legs nice and wide for me. I want to have a look at your pussy.”
And then he lay on his stomach between her legs, pulling her lips apart so he could stare down at her. A flush ran through her. A little bit of embarrassment, but most of it was arousal.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“My poor baby. You really are in need, aren’t you? You need me to make you come, don’t you?”
She nodded. “I do. Please, please.”
He moved his mouth closer to her pussy, where she wanted him most. Then he flicked her clit with his tongue.
Her groan filled the room. God, that felt so good. He fucked her with his fingers while toying with her clit until she was so close to the edge. It wasn’t going to take much . . . just a few flicks more.
And then he drew back.
“Nooo,” she screamed.
“Aww, poor baby. Did you need something?” he asked with mock-innocence.
What kind of hell was this?
“I need to come!” She gave him a disgruntled look.
“Now, is that anyway to ask if you want something from your Dom?” he asked, shaking his head. “I think that you need to remember who is in charge.”
“Nooo!” she cried. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
He rolled her onto her stomach and delivered at least a dozen spanks to her ass. By the time he rolled her onto her back again, her bottom was throbbing and she wasn’t happy.
Not at all.
“That was mean, Sir.”
“You need to remember how to talk to your Dom,” he said sternly. “You are not in a position to make demands.”
Well, bollocks.
“Please, Sir, let me come?”
“Hmm. Hold your legs up, show me that pretty pussy.”
She reached down and grabbed hold of her legs, pulling them back against her chest. He got off the bed and walked over to a set of cupboards by the wall.
Opening it, he grabbed something out. Then he turned and showed it to her. A light buzzing filled the room and she gulped as she took in the large vibrator.
What was he intending to do with that?
“Good work, baby. You look so fucking sexy right now. So beautiful.” He kneeled on the bed again and turned the vibrator on. Starting at her clit, he slid it down, then back up.
Small cries escaped her mouth as she started to shake. “Please! Please!”
“Poor baby, do you need to come?” he murmured.
“Yes!” She’d thought that was obvious.
“Hmm. I’ll let you come.”
“Oh, thank God.” She’d been worried that he was going to drag this on.
“But I need something from you first.”
“What is it?” she cried.
“I want the name.” He placed the vibrator back on her clit.
It was too much! Tears filled her eyes and drifted down her cheeks. She could barely hold herself in place. She wanted to snatch the vibrator from his hand and use it herself.
Why wouldn’t he just let her come?
She was beginning to think that he actually did have a bit of sadist in him.
“The name of what?” she asked, breathing heavily as he drew the vibrator away from her clit.
“The name of your ex. The one that you had to run from.”
She tensed. Bollocks. Was he serious? He wasn’t going to let her come until she told him the name?
That really wasn’t fair.
In fact it was kind of an asshole thing to do.
With a groan, he drew the vibrator away and stared down at her, clearly torn. “I can tell from the look on your face that you think I’m being an asshole.”
“Yep,” she said. “Not a nice move.”
“I still want the name. I need it.”
She breathed out deeply. She knew that he only wanted to protect her, even if this was a bad way to go about it.
“It’s Aadan Joseph.”
“Aadan Joseph?” he repeated.
“It’s not his real name. I don’t know what that is. He never told me, but I know that he changed it because he said that he changed who he was when he moved to Africa to live.”