Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
He definitely wasn’t the same boy. The man knew exactly how to talk to her. The man was infinitely more dangerous.
Well, her sister had told her if she tried to run, she would hunt her down, and Kenzie could be mean when she wanted to. Kala’s brain ran through all the scenarios of her leaving this room and taking to the road to live a vagabond life, and almost all of them ended with the cops being called and her and her sister becoming viral video stars for all the wrong reasons. She couldn’t run. Decision made. “So I can do whatever I want.”
“As long as the first thing you do is get this fucking flower off my dick,” Cooper pleaded. “I’m worried it’s like covered in poison ivy or something. It tickles.”
She couldn’t help the laugh that boomed through the room. It was funny. It was wild. It was…kind of perfect when she thought about it. Sometimes she thought things had to be normal to be perfect, but what if her life was different? What if she got to decide what was perfect and everyone else could fuck off? Why was that so hard?
She moved to the bed, staring down at everything he was offering her. So much more than merely a beautiful body. He was offering her something she’d never had. She could touch him and rub her body against his, and it wouldn’t freak her out because she was in control.
He was hers. Like a sub but with sex. And she was an indulgent Mistress—she wasn’t. She was pretty hard-core, but tonight she was playing a different game.
A thought struck her as she stared down at the pretty white flower covering Cooper’s penis. Sort of. She could see the head kind of peeking out. But she was stuck on what had to have happened. “Did my sister see your penis?”
Cooper flushed. “I mean, it’s not like I planned it. There was supposed to be a sheet. I agreed to a sheet, and your dad took it because he said he wasn’t sure my penis was like a gift or something, and your sister then decided to decorate me. And for full disclosure, Bri saw it, too. But if I have sex at the club, everyone’s going to see it.”
“I should have seen it first. I’m totally going to see Ben Parker’s dick first. You’re going to help me make that happen.” They were being honest tonight. She usually didn’t like to ask questions she didn’t know the answer to, but she was going all in. “Why haven’t you had sex at The Hideout?”
“You know why. The same reason you haven’t,” he replied. “Because neither one of us wants to hurt the other, and we weren’t ready.”
“I was ready at fifteen,” she murmured, reaching out to put a hand on his muscular thigh. She loved his legs. They were strong and masculine, and she used to love the way they felt when they brushed against hers.
“You weren’t, baby,” he said quietly.
She also loved that he was honest. She wasn’t a fool. He worked around her half the time, offering up something she could accept without giving up her pride. She was starting to wonder if her pride was overrated. “No, I wasn’t. But I might be now.”
She watched as that little flower no longer covered so much of Cooper. His cock stirred to life and lengthened in front of her eyes, the daisy falling away.
Damn, that was hot. She had to swallow her drool. Now that the formalities were out of the way, she could indulge. She could look to her heart’s content.
He was every bit as beautiful as she dreamed he would be, with long, strong limbs and a well-defined chest. She’d seen him without his shirt a thousand times, but this felt different. She put a hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscle covered by warm skin. He had a light dusting of hair that felt good under her palm. And his nipples were hard. Cooper loved to torture a sub’s nipples during their sessions. It didn’t matter if they were guy nipples or chick nipples, Cooper twisted them all the same.
She reached down and ran the tip of her index finger around his left nipple, watching it pucker even further.
His lips curled up. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you, baby?”
It wasn’t something she would ever admit, but she loved it when he called her baby. Like they were together. Like they would never be apart again. She let her finger circle him one more time and then brought the heat. She pinched down and twisted and watched his toes curl, his cock bob, and the breath hitch from his chest.
This she knew how to do. She was the mistress of pain as pleasure. It was why all the subby boys and girls came to her. How many times had she brought a sub to orgasm? Service had become her sexuality. She’d taken no physical satisfaction from those encounters, merely the knowledge that she had a purpose in a world she felt apart from. D/s gave her a place where her violent tendencies could do good. Where she wasn’t the person Julia Ennis had told her she was destined to be.