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)
“Come for me, princess. Let go. Give it all to me.”
Let go.
Let go. Letgoletgoletgo.
The weight of doubts, the pressure of the past, the choking need for control dropped.
No. Not dropped. It didn’t fall to the ground, taking me with it.
Instead, Lucian took it.
He took control.
He held the weight, giving me room to breathe—to let go.
My mind blanked, every nerve rising higher and higher to a single point until waves of bliss crashed against me.
My jaw dropped without a sound. My heels dug against the floorboards, every muscle pulling tight and bracing against the forgotten euphoria. My hips thrust, chasing his hand, trying to make it last longer.
Too soon, the pulsing waves settled to lap at my skin. I fell back against the seat. The surprise of the orgasm left me more breathless than the orgasm itself. I remembered the intensity of coming and this was nowhere near that. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
All that mattered was that I came.
I orgasmed.
And I wasn’t panicking.
Maybe it would come later, but I shoved it aside, unwilling to let the possibility ruin the now.
I came.
And it felt good.
Fuck good. It felt amazing. Epic. Phenomenal. Incredible.
It felt like a beginning.
“Perfection, princess. You are fucking perfection,” Lucian muttered, bringing me out of my pleasurable daze. He slowed his fingers and widened his circles around my bud before easing out. “Look at you. Look at all that cum your body has been begging to release.”
He held his hand in the bit of light shining in the car and parted his fingers, showing off smears of fluid stretching between each one and dripping down his palm. He brought it to his mouth and dragged his tongue up and around, collecting the drop, humming deeply at the taste.
I stared slack-jawed—panting—as he gripped my jaw with that same hand, uncaring of the slick moisture smearing against my cheek, and made me meet his demanding gaze. “Don’t let anyone ever take that from you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered without thinking, confused by the building fire behind my eyes.
“I’m so proud of you,” he praised, stroking his hand down my cheek.
My eyes bounced between his, wondering if he was going to kiss me—almost hoping for it, but disappointed when he pulled back. I sat there, unsure of what to do next as I watched him remove a dark cloth from his jacket and wipe his hand clean. When he went to put it back, I caught a flash of black lace hanging out.
“Oh, I should probably get my panties back.”
He paused, making no move to give my underwear back.
“Lucian…”
“I think I’ll keep them.”
“What? You can’t just—”
“I can,” he declared, as if stating that he could do something as simple as say the alphabet. “I seem to be able to do a lot of things—for you,” he enunciated.
“You don’t get to keep my panties as some kind of reward to keep on your shelf with your other creepy panty collection.”
“I assure you, I do not have a panty collection,” he laughed. “But I do have a suggestion.”
I watched him turn serious and braced myself, imagining he would issue some kind of challenge. However, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find the usual arrogance that preambled his typical provocations. His straight face and calm demeanor left me questioning if I wanted to know.
Which was ridiculous because, of course, I did.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re curious about this lifestyle, and I’ve rather enjoyed watching your curiosity unravel. I’m suggesting that you let me help you safely explore this side of yourself that craves a certain loss of control. And in the process, I will also help you find confidence with your orgasm—help you own it.”
“But we don’t like each other,” I said, stating the obvious obstacle that made his suggestion unrealistic.
One brow arched, revealing his annoying confidence. “You don’t need to like someone to come with them.”
Questions swirled rampant through my mind about conflict of interest and complications in business and why I was even considering this, but I couldn’t think about any of those when my pussy still throbbed.
“What’s in it for you?”
He smiled, his eyes sparking with sinister promise. “I get to play. And until I teach you to own your orgasm—I get to own it.”
I should have smacked him and let him know that no one owns anything of mine.
I should have turned him down when he offered to take me to the club.
I should have reported him when he spanked me the first time.
I should have…
I should have done a lot.
But the only thing I did do was say yes.
CHAPTER 16
ASPEN
Mr. D&D: Meet me in my office for lunch.
No request. No please. No doubt.
Just a command he expected me to follow.
I leaned back in my chair and tried to decipher the concoction of pressure and warmth in my chest. I twisted side-to-side, searching for the piercing irritation that he would dare order me to do anything. I waited for my thoughts to intrude with self-righteous anger, demanding he should grovel to enjoy my presence at lunch.