Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"Christ, these tits," he groans. "I'm never going to get another goddamn thing done again. I'm going to spend every fucking minute of the day thinking about you tied to my bed, letting me do this to you."
I've never understood the fascination with porn until this moment. But if I could watch this forever, I think I would. He's beautiful in his desire, fierce in his pleasure. He takes what he wants, says what he wants, and somehow manages to make me feel like the most desired woman in the world in the process.
He pumps his hips again and again, driving himself crazy. But he doesn't let himself get off. He takes himself right to the edge, playing with fire. And then drags himself off me.
I shout as he dives between my legs, pushing them up toward my chest. His hand comes down on my center in a light smack. I barely have time to process the shard of pleasure shooting through me before he's attacking me with his mouth. He's everywhere all at once, eating both holes.
"Both of these belong to me," he says, lifting his head to look at me. "I'll eat them when I want, where I want, how I want." He spits on my back entrance, pressing his thumb against it.
I writhe, caught tight in a net of ecstasy. God, that shouldn't feel as good as it does. Pain shouldn't feel good. Yet the pressure only drives me higher. He watches my face intently as he pushes firmly, slowly sinking his thumb into me. Once it's in, he keeps it there for a long moment, letting me get used to the feeling.
"You like that, Dilemma?"
"Yes," I gasp. "Oh, God, Bronx. It f-feels good."
He smiles like he's proud of me. "Then you'll love it when I fuck you here."
My eyes fly open wide.
"Don't worry, beautiful," he chuckles. "We'll work up to it. You aren't ready to take me yet." He pushes his thumb in and out of me for a moment, still watching my face. "When you are, I intend to take both holes at the same time. You'll be stuffed full."
My core clenches at the thought.
"Such a little cockslut," he teases. "You fucking love the thought."
"Yes," I gasp. "I want it, Bronx. I want everything."
"You'll get it. Every goddamn thing you want, I'll give you." He dips his head, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. "The entire fucking world if you ask it of me, Gemma."
I can't deal with this man. He's absolutely filthy one minute. And the next, he's so sweet he brings tears to my eyes. Had anyone told me men like him existed, I wouldn't have believed them. But he's here right now, offering me the world with his thumb in my ass and my juices coating his tongue.
Walking through the doors of the Sterling Rope is the best decision I ever made.
He buries his face in my center again, eating me loud and messy. One finger replaces his thumb. And then he adds another. He drags me up the edge of a massive cliff. My inner muscles clench and flutter, threatening to send me hurtling off the side.
He drags himself off me at the last second, leaving me trembling on the edge.
"No!" I cry, trying to kick him as if that'll get him back where I need him.
He grabs my ankle before I make contact, flipping me onto my stomach so fast the whole room spins. His hand comes down on my ass in a hard smack.
I shout, shocked. Turned on. Frustrated.
"Try to kick me again and you won't sit down for a fucking week," he growls in my ear, pinning me to the bed with his body. "I decide when you come, Gemma. I decide when I fuck you. You're tied to my bed. I make the fucking rules. Not you."
"Please," I sob. "Please."
He delves his hand into my hair, craning my head back. His mouth touches mine in a hard kiss. "Up on your knees, Dilemma."
He has to help me up. My legs are shaking too hard. Because of the slack he left in the rope, we're able to get me up, though. My arms end up stretched above my head like a virgin sacrifice.
"Are you comfortable, Gemma?"
"No. I want to come."
"Too bad." He pinches my nipple. "Are your arms hurting?"
"No."
"Good girl." He nuzzles my throat, pressing a grateful kiss just below my ear.
I close my eyes, leaning into him to steady myself. And then I feel him untying me. My eyes pop open, disappointment flowing through me. "You're untying me."
"Only for a minute," he says. "I'm putting you in a harness."
"What?"
"A Shibari harness." The pieces of the dress keeping me bound to the bed come loose, allowing me to relax my arms. He rapidly begins unraveling the piece from around my arms. "It'll keep your arms in place and give me better control over the rest of you." He meets my gaze, his eyes narrowed on me. "We'll see if you feel like trying to kick me again when you're wrapped up in ropes and I can flop your little ass all over this bed."