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)
“Lucian,” I breathed, unsure what I hoped to gain from saying his name.
He glanced up my bared body, showing the devil in his eyes before dropping his head to my knee and delivering a sharp bite.
I kept my shout to a grunt, which earned me a soft laugh and another bite—lower. Harder.
“Tell me, princess,” he said between nips and licks down my thighs. “Has anyone feasted on this sweet little pussy of yours?”
My legs trembled more the closer he got, and I didn’t trust myself to answer, so I shook my head.
“No?” he asked with a cocked brow. “No one has ever shoved their tongue up your tight, needy hole?”
God, his words killed me. I pinched my eyes shut, the sight of his lips against my skin too much, and shook my head.
“No one has held you open and sucked on your swollen clit until you came again and again and again?”
“No,” I cried. “No one.”
“Such a shame.” Another bite, followed by a swirling stroke of his tongue just to the edge of my groin. “Then again, lucky me. Looks like your cream is all fucking mine.”
The words sent puffs of air against my wet core, and I waited for his lips, tongue, and teeth to follow.
I held my breath.
Kept my eyes closed.
I tried to sense when he was closing in.
My head swam, counting the seconds, still feeling the puffs of air against where I wanted him.
I counted them.
One.
Two.
Thr—
“Argh.”
I jerked with a cry and snapped my eyes open in time to watch him deliver another pinch to my thigh. Followed by another bite. Then a stroke of his tongue.
He worked his way up my other thigh faster, then he worked down. Once he reached my knee, he sat back and revealed a toy I hadn’t seen him grab at first.
“I bought this just for you. One end, a normal crop. The other just for between those pretty thighs.”
I swallowed and took in the black leather. One end I’d recognized, looking like a riding crop my horseback riding instructor used. The other end was a wide paddle that had the middle cut out, leaving two thinner panels around open space.
“Oh…”
He smiled at my breathless response and stood. “Remember your words. Green. Yellow. Red. If I ask how you’re feeling, I expect a color. Nothing else.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And remember your hands. If you move them, I will bind them to the table too.”
I clenched my fists and nodded.
“Good girl. Now count.”
He moved without a hint of warning. The soft crack echoed around the room before the sting registered against my inner thigh.
“One,” I managed to squeeze out once I swallowed the cry clawing from my throat.
He waited, watching me collect myself before striking again. Closer this time.
“Two.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Strikes landed on my other thigh, starting near my knee and working higher with each one.
I gasped, barely eking out the next counts. “Three, four, five.”
Smack. Back to the other thigh.
“Six.”
Smack. Smack.
I counted. He paused.
Side to side, he moved, repeating the process until the humming warmth of pleasure lulled me into a hazy, blissful calm I craved.
Three more strikes. Two to my thigh. One where I least expected it.
I choked on a scream.
The leather paddle smacked against my folds—softer than the crop against my thigh, but so much more intense.
“That’s more like it,” Lucian praised, the words a dark rumble from somewhere deep inside him. “Like I said, princess. I want to hear you scream.”
Smack.
“Oh, god,” I cried. “Thirteen.”
“Give me a color.”
The order barely penetrated the stinging bite of pain radiating from the center of my body. I swallowed my first reaction to tell him to fuck off, but then the leather rested gently against my folds and stroked up and down, spreading jolts of fire to my clit. My hips thrust, and I shoved aside my initial response, looked to him and gave my trust.
“Green,” I breathed. “Green, Sir.”
He hummed—satisfied and turned the tool around. Using the thinner side to brush up and down my pussy, collecting more and more moisture with each stroke past the pulsing nerves nestled on top.
Just as quick, he turned it around and landed another strike.
I whimpered and counted.
He hit my thighs again before moving back to my folds. He alternated sides of the tool, switching between stroking and striking, soothing and exciting, pausing and speeding through one hit after another.
I didn’t even know what number we were on despite that I kept counting. My mind sank into the sensations consuming my body, floating along clouds rumbling with electricity that shocked me back to reality when I floated too far.
One shock threatened to rip me off the cloud completely. Lucian landed the soft end of the flogger directly against my clit. I clenched my jaw, locking the scream in my chest.
“Color?” he asked.
“Green, Sir,” I moaned. “Green, green, green.” I said the word like a plea because that one hit landed like a deluxe vibrator against every nerve I had. My opening clenched tight, on the verge of coming.