Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
By the time I slid inside, her pinched lips relaxed around her frantic breaths, making room for a breathy moan to escape. I would have called her on it, except I was too busy releasing my own desperate groan when my fingers encountered her smooth, wet folds.
God, why had I announced I wouldn’t touch her?
My muscles flexed, fighting against me pulling back instead of shoving my fingers in right beside the toy. She’d be so fucking tight, stretched to the max with my fingers along the slim wand hooking against her g-spot, leaving me to wonder how much she could take.
Again, I berated myself for blocking my chances of finding out.
Focusing on the task at hand, I increased the vibration and slid the toy deep, twisting it back and forth, allowing the other end to brush her clit. But I didn’t turn it on…yet.
Once her breaths slowed into a false sense of familiarity to the even pace I set, I held the toy inside and turned on the g-spot massager. This time, she moaned loud enough for the crowd to hear, bringing them to the edge of their seats. My length pressed against my slacks, pulsing with desire, remembering how the crowd’s anticipation maximized the pleasure. I adjusted my grip, damn near coming in my pants when my knuckle brushed against her opening and came away drenched.
Fuck me.
I started to worry if I would make it through five minutes without coming.
Clothes rustled from the crowd, and soft moans surrounded the stage, intensifying my arousal.
I needed to end this before I embarrassed myself.
Holding her gaze, I tapped the button to start the suction, keeping it steady over her clit.
She cried out. A mixture of pure femininity and her own husky tone rang like music to my ears.
She squeezed her eyes shut as sweat beaded on her brow and a flush stained from her cheeks down to her neck. The chair creaked from her hips attempting to thrust against the toy, the sleek lines of her thighs straining against the bonds.
Her small pants grew to desperate whimpers, and I ate it all up, memorizing every second. Moisture dripped down the toy to my fingers, and I promised myself a taste when this was all done.
I eased the pressure against her bud and waited until her head lolled on her shoulders in relief before continuing my onslaught. She released another shout, sending her own attack against my senses.
Her hips rocked wildly, scraping the legs of the chair against the floor. Success crept in, fusing to my muscles, already pulling my lips into a victorious smile.
And then her eyes snapped open, hitting me like a punch to the gut.
Her pupils dominated the amber color coated in a sheen of moisture.
Her lips parted around her gasping breaths, while her eyes frantically darted around as if she just then became aware of the crowd.
Witnessing the clear panic she struggled to control sucked the air from my lungs, yanking me back down to earth. This wasn’t a woman on the edge of pleasure—or maybe she was, but she was also on the edge of fear.
My first reaction was to stop everything and talk it out, but I hesitated, knowing Aspen’s pride would struggle, leaving her with embarrassment in front of the crowd. If we were in the office, I would take the win with pride, relishing the lesson she’d have to learn. But we weren’t. In this moment, I was her Dominant. I was in charge of her care, and no company, shares, petty anger, or bet mattered.
I removed the stimulation from her clit and turned off the stroking wand, leaving only the vibration. Her gaze jerked to mine, confusion pulling her face tight, thankfully overtaking the fear. Holding her stare, I pulled the toy halfway out and played at her entrance, knowing she’d still find it pleasurable without orgasming.
A flash of relief and gratitude sparked like gold in her eyes, warming an icy cavern in my chest, pulling at rusty chains holding it closed. Alarm flared around my skin, squeezing too tight. Before it could spread, I clamped down on the sensation and focused on her.
For the rest of our time, she didn’t look away, and I studied every twitch and change to her face, wanting to understand what the hell had happened.
For the rest of our time, I pushed everything else aside and forced a calm demeanor, despite the foreign warmth trying to break free inside me.
For the rest of our time, I dismissed the arrogant asshole she accused me of being and became the Dominant she needed.
Bing!
Time was up.
I removed the toy. My mouth watered when I revealed the smooth surface coated in streaks of white cream. If this was any other situation, I’d fuck her mouth with the toy until it was clean and then I’d taste her cum from her lips. The idea tempted me, but I quickly sobered when I remembered the wild look in her eyes.