Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“My dad mostly taught me how to hack into things and shoot guns. I don’t think our dads were the same kinds of spies. Mine was mostly black ops work. He extracted a lot of captured operatives and stole shit. Mostly intel. He got shot at a lot. Ooo, I know how to extract a bullet.”
“Yes, for which I’m eternally grateful.” He moved around her body, feeling incredibly comfortable being intimate with her. It felt right to be here with her, to take care of her.
Her head came up, eyes opening and a sly look coming onto her face. “Yours was a through and through, buddy. I didn’t have to do anything more than stitch you up. And park your car.”
Brat. He brought his hand down on her ass and was rewarded with a squeal. “It felt like a terrible accident at the time. I’m now fairly sure the bullets had poison in them. Or at least a hallucinogen.”
He went back to flogging her, and a sweet smile crossed her face. “I’m sure that was it.”
He didn’t want to leave this place. This place was safe and warm and happy. He didn’t want to go back to the outside world where he had to face the fact that she was going into a dangerous place, and he would have to use her to find his traitorous sister.
Honestly, he wanted to go back to that week they’d spent in the cabin together and simply never leave.
He worked her over, something settling deep in his soul. At least in this she trusted him. She’d trusted him to bring her pleasure and to give her comfort. Now it was time to see if she trusted him more.
Drake finished and put a hand between her shoulder blades, running it down along her spine and stopping at the curve of her gorgeous ass. “Taylor, I’d like for you to turn over again.”
He wasn’t going to ask. He didn’t need to. In D/s, every command was a choice for the submissive.
She hesitated but only for a moment. When she turned, her eyes were sleepy.
How much rest had she gotten? He was being selfish. “Let me get you a robe and I’ll carry you up to your room.” He touched her hair, smoothing it back with a tenderness he’d only ever felt for her. “You’re sleepy, baby. You should rest. We can play again tomorrow night if you want.”
She stared up at him for a moment and then raised a hand, letting her fingers brush over his jaw. “Or you can give me what you promised. I know I’ll sleep better with another orgasm. Or two. You said we didn’t have to be ourselves in this place.”
The sad thing was he felt more like himself here with her than he ever had before. “We can be whoever we want to be.”
“I want to be your sub in this place. Show me how you would take care of a sub who’s been a good girl and followed your every order,” she said, not at all sounding submissive.
He could handle that. His cock tightened. He’d been perfectly willing to do what was best for her, and now she’d told him what she wanted. His cock could totally take over now since his dick wouldn’t be selfish either. His dick wanted to get inside her, but only after she’d come a couple of times.
Patience was always rewarded during sex.
He slipped the leather vest off his shoulders, his brain already shut off to anything but the instinct to please her, to fuck her so long and so well she wouldn’t even consider walking away from him.
He started at her mouth, lowering his and taking her lips in a hungry kiss. Her arms stayed at her sides, but when he stroked his tongue over her lips, she opened her mouth and allowed him inside. Their tongues played for a long moment, warmth spreading through him that was more than mere arousal.
He kissed his way down, brushing his lips over her chin, stroking his lips across her throat and down to her breasts. He licked and nipped at her nipples, giving her the barest edge of his teeth and loving the gasp that came from her throat.
Her body had tightened beautifully, every line a testament to her need.
He kept up his long, slow exploration of her body, moving down to her belly. “What part of that promise do you want first?”
“You know what I want.”
Not what he’d asked. He moved back up to her breast, giving her nipple a nice hard twist and watching her squirm. “What part of my promise do you want?”
He wanted to hear her say it, wanted dirty words out of that sweet mouth of hers.
“I want your mouth on me.”
Another twist. He would give her everything she wanted but only after she’d given him what he needed, too.