Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
So she played. She closed her legs, wanting to pretend for a while.
The crop came down again. And again. And again. He dropped to his knees in front of her, giving her a glimpse of steely eyes and a willful expression. “Devi, if you don’t spread those legs for me, I’ll ensure that I lube that plug up with something that you will feel for hours. Days, even. Have you ever had your asshole burn?”
Evil man. “Have you?”
“Have you met Gabriel Lodge? Take a Dom training class,” he shot back. “I assure you we all know, and that’s why I’m telling you it is in your own best interest to spread those legs and give me access to your asshole. If you think it will bother me to hear you cry for the rest of the night, it won’t. I’ll like it. You’re fucking gorgeous when you cry. I’ll give you a hint. Don’t clench too hard.”
Or she could go along with him. Yup. That was play, too. She shifted her legs open, letting them move down to the padded benches.
His smirk was more than slightly evil. “Excellent, but you should remember that in the future. I might not warn you again.”
She wished that didn’t send a thrill through her. They talked about anal play when they discussed hard and soft limits, but most of their time had been fairly vanilla sex.
This was more. This woke her up and made her long.
“I understand, Zach.” She gave him her most breathless tone. It wasn’t hard since she was kind of wildly anticipating what came next.
She gasped when it was his hands moving her down. The rope around her wrists caught on something under the bench. He’d built a peg into the bench to catch whatever fastening he put her in. It held her in place as he moved her torso down the bench until her ass was just off it.
His hand moved under her, fingers finding her pussy and sliding through the evidence of her arousal. “That’s what I want. I heard you were a sexual goddess, Devon. This…this is fucking ambrosia.”
She heard him groan and could picture him sucking his fingers into his mouth. It was something he loved to do. He would finger fuck her, get her hot and bothered and on the edge, and then he would carefully lick his fingers clean, like he couldn’t stand the thought of missing a single drop.
“You be still and I’ll let you have this while I play with your ass,” he said from behind her. She could hear him moving, likely going to the table so he could grab whatever instrument of torture he intended to use next. “If you move and lose it, it’s gone, and there will be punishment. Lift up for me.”
She did as he asked and felt him slip something under her, something slightly squishy. It was odd and then it buzzed right on her clit, and her eyes nearly crossed.
Vibrator. One of the tiny ones. Small but damn mighty. The hum softened, and she realized he had a remote. Damn, him. He was going to kill her. She had to be still. So still.
The hum increased. Barely enough to make her desperate for more. That was when she felt him part the cheeks of her backside and dribble the absolutely not-exotic lube on.
“I’m going to have you,” he declared. “In every way a man can have a woman, I will have you.”
It took real willpower to stay still while she felt him rub the lube in, big finger rimming her before easing inside. It was so much. She could barely breathe, but then the vibe started really vibing, and she wasn’t thinking about anything but the orgasm she was on the cusp of.
She was almost certain she heard the donkey huff, but that wasn’t so surprising. She let it go, concentrating on him.
Over and over he fucked her with his finger, easing in and pulling out until he replaced warm flesh with the plug, sliding it in.
The vibe reached a crescendo, and she couldn’t hold back a second longer. She gritted her teeth because The Fabulous Miss K was downstairs, and she could be sensitive to weird sounds. No idea what happened to that donkey.
The orgasm made her body buck, losing the vibe, but she clenched on the plug. She wasn’t losing that sucker.
Her whole body felt alive and vibrant.
And she knew he wasn’t done. Not even close.
* * * *
Zach moved back to the table and washed his hands in the basin he brought up when he set the whole scene with Arthur earlier today. It had felt oddly normal to plan a sex scene with the man. Like he was back at the club where he belonged, and no one would question why he would need to wash his hands in a barn.