Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
"Pull up your dress." He motions to the slit. "I want to see."
Before my brain can think up a single objection, my body obeys. My hands go to the slit in my dress. I pull it up my thigh, higher and higher—
"Stop." His eyes go to my exposed skin. The tip of my thigh. The edge of my pelvis. He can't see my sex yet.
"Stop?"
He nods yes. "Hand on your thigh."
"The same one?"
"Yes."
My hand skims the smooth fabric. Cool silk. My skin is burning hot in comparison. Or maybe that's just Shep.
"Higher."
I drag my hand a little higher.
"Higher."
I do it again.
"Until you just barely feel the pressure."
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes, sir." My sex pulses at the sound. It sounds right on my lips. And the demand in his eyes—
Fuck. My eyes close. I'm too on edge. Too needy.
I drag my hand higher and higher and higher. Until I'm almost there.
Shep's breath gets heavier.
Higher and higher—
There. I groan as my finger brushes my clit. My body is impatient. My hand acts on its own. Presses harder and harder. Until I'm right at the pressure I need.
"Look at me, princess."
My eyes blink open. Go to him. Those baby blues are fixed on me. Demanding every ounce of my attention, pleasure, obedience.
It shouldn't set me on fire, but it does.
Right now I don't care about should or shouldn't.
I don't care about anything but following his orders.
It's strange, intoxicating, thrilling.
Most of all, it's freeing. Right now, struggling to stand in this tiny coat room, staring at the man who has all the power to destroy me—
Right now, I'm not a woman under contract who's struggling to keep her head above water.
Right now, I'm a being of pure bliss.
"Is that how you touch yourself?" he asks. "Your fingers on your clit? Or do you drive those fingers deep into your cunt?"
"The first. Usually."
"Show me."
"Yes—" My eyes catch his. This time, I say it without reminder. "Yes, sir." I hold his gaze as I draw circles around my clit.
The heavy fabric drapes over my arm, adding drag, attempting and failing to cool my skin.
He can't see what I'm doing, but he's not looking at my pelvis. He's looking at my face. Watching my expression change like I'm the Mona Lisa. Or, knowing Shep, like I'm the zeroes at the end of a massive paycheck.
Right now, I'm the only thing he wants, and he's the only thing I want, and nothing else matters.
I hold his gaze as I make my touch firmer. Tension builds quickly. All that pleasure buzzing through my body collects in my sex. Winds tighter and tighter.
It's hard to keep my eyes open. His stare is too intense. My orgasm is too close.
Fuck, I can't remember the last time I ached like this. Not with someone else. Not on my own.
I touch myself plenty. Sometimes, I even think of him.
But it's not like this.
This is something else. His presence makes everything sharper.
The intensity in his eyes. The part of his lips. The hardness in his slacks.
He wants me so badly. But he's so calm and patient. Waiting. Watching. Staring like I'm his favorite movie.
I want that. I want to unzip his slacks, do away with his boxers, wrap my fingers around his cock.
I want to stroke him until he comes in my hand.
Even more, I want him to hold me against the wall, to order me to grip him tightly so he can fuck my hand.
To order me onto my knees so he can come in my mouth.
To order me onto all fours so he can—
Fuck. With the next brush of my finger, I come. My eyes flutter closed for a second. They beg to stay closed, but my body wants to follow his orders more.
My eyes blink open. All that tension in my sex winds so tight it hurts. Then it unravels.
A wave of pleasure rocks through me. My hands shake, my knees knock, my toes curl into my heels.
My world goes white, nothing but blinding light, nothing but the purest bliss in the universe.
"Beautiful." Shep's voice is a low growl. Equal parts demand, dare, appreciation. He takes one step toward me. Places his hand on my hips. Steadying me.
Then his arms are around me and I'm melting into his body.
He holds me closely for a long moment, then he helps me up, smooths my dress, presses his lips to mine.
It's not a kiss for show. It's not the peck of a friend. It's pure, deep need.
For my body? My obedience? My love?
I'm not sure. I'm not sure what I'm offering when I kiss him back. Only that I want all of it. Everything.
He pulls away with a heady sigh. "I'll go back to the table first. Wait a minute, then join me."
"They'll know—"
"Does that bother you?"
Maybe it should, but it doesn't. I shake my head.
He smiles. "Dirty girl."