Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“You good?” he asked, spanning her jaw with his fingers and giving it a gentle massage.
“Thirsty,” she croaked. “And my arms are numb.”
“Stay put. I’ll get you something.”
As he set down the plastic bag containing the riding crop on the bed beside the new snake whip, he glanced around the space. He spied what he was looking for—a mini fridge—under a counter set against the back wall. The refrigerator contained cans of German beer, soda and small bottles of water. He snagged a bottle of water and returned quickly to his charge. Unscrewing the cap, he tipped the bottle to her lips.
She drank greedily, some of the water spilling down her chin. When she’d had enough, he finished off the bottle and set it aside. “I need to get these ropes off you. Can you remain standing a little longer?”
“I think so,” she replied.
Without warning, he slapped her cheek—not so hard as to leave a mark, but hard enough to get her attention.
Her body jerked, her eyes widened with outrage and confusion. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, he spoke calmly but firmly. “That was twice in a row you failed to address me properly. You know better. Next time you’ll get more than a slap. Are we clear?”
The indignation slid from her features, replaced with chagrin. “Yes, Master Beau.”
He worked in reverse, first removing the length of rope between her legs. The rope was wet with her juices, the heady scent wafting to his nostrils like a siren’s call. Ignoring his twitching cock, he dropped the rope to the floor.
Lia watched in the mirror as he unknotted and unwound the latticed harness from around her breasts and abdomen. Her skin was patterned with deep, dark pink indentations left by the rope.
“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes riveted to her image in the mirror. “It’s beautiful, Sir.”
Beau smiled. “It is,” he agreed, pleased she appreciated the design he’d purposely created with the knots. He ran his finger lightly over the indentations, enjoying the feel of her soft, sweat-dampened skin.
She shivered at his touch, pulling away ever so slightly.
“Does my touch hurt?” he asked, his fingers still tracing the marks. He bet her cunt hurt even more, reddened by the rope, the lips swollen, her slit wet and ready…
“Yes, Sir,” she replied huskily. “A good hurt.”
How would it feel to slide his hard shaft along her tender, swollen labia, slick with her juices? He would carry her to the bed, throw her down and plunge into her, spurred on by her breathy cries…
What the fuck was he doing?
Abruptly, he dropped his hand, letting the inappropriate image slide away. Wrestling himself back under control, he worked quickly and methodically to release the knots that held her from elbow to wrist. A glance at the mirror showed him she was again watching as he worked, as rapt as before. He dropped the ropes on the growing pile for later washing.
He caught her arms as they flopped down to her sides. Gently, he massaged them until the cold skin warmed beneath his fingers. When he let her go, she lifted a hand to trace the indentations left by the lattice work on her abdomen. Her nipples were fully erect, skin still sheened with sweat, the scent of feminine arousal delicately perfuming the air.
Beau watched her in the mirror, noting the graceful curve of biceps and the muscular thighs. He bet she’d put up a good fight in a wrestling match. He might even let her think she was winning, until he tired of the game and pinned her down.
He would straddle her chest and force his hard cock down her throat. After fucking her face for a while, he would slide his shaft from her mouth, shiny with her saliva. Holding her wrists tight, he would push apart her slender thighs with his knee and plunge into her rope-burned cunt, her sexy cries only spurring him on…
Damn it, Jackson. Enough. She might not be jailbait, but she’s still way too young for you.
“You need a shower,” he announced abruptly.
He did, too.
A cold shower.
Alone.
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Lia instantly envisioned a hot, sexy shower scene with plenty of skin on skin and passionate kissing under the steamy spray. Clearly, there was a very hot bod hidden beneath Beau’s clothes. She was definitely curious to see him naked. More than curious, she admitted, her clit pulsing at the thought.
Maybe he’d have her wash him from head to toe, spending plenty of time soaping up his cock and balls. Maybe, cock hard as steel from her expert caress, he’d lose his self-control and yank her to her feet. With a sensual growl, he’d press her against the glass wall of the shower stall. Or no, he’d lift her onto his hips, easily holding her in place against the glass as he thrust his big, hard cock into her sopping heat…