Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
“Do you have a personal favorite?” Flip drags a finger along the edge of the bodice, over the swell of my breast.
“Um.” I survey my toys. “This one.” I hold up my clit sucker. Man, does it ever make my life easier and my wrist less tired.
His grin turns downright devilish. “We should put it to good use tonight.”
A full-body shiver runs through me. “I would really love that.”
His tongue sweeps out to wet his bottom lip. “Anything here you haven’t used but would like to?”
I set the clit sucker aside, summon my inner Arwen, and pick up the last item I pulled out of the drawer.
Flip’s fingers flex against my hip, eyes darkening. “Are those for me or you?”
“Me,” I whisper.
His nostrils flare and he pushes my hair over my shoulders. “What’s the fantasy associated with these?”
A hot shiver of excitement works its way down my spine, and a flush of embarrassment settles in my cheeks.
He skims one with a gentle finger. “Talk to me, kitten. Tell me what’s making you blush so sweetly.”
I can do this. I can ask for Flip to fulfill the fantasy. “There’s a movie from when I was young.”
“How young?”
“Like a kid. Animated. I’m sure even you’ve seen it. Where the princess is captured by the villain, and then he chains her and forces her to serve him.”
“This is a kids’ movie?” Flip looks doubtful.
“The hero saves her from the villain.”
“Do you want me to be the hero or the villain?”
“The villain,” I whisper.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” A devilish grin turns up the corner of his mouth. His fingers slide into my hair, curling in the strands. He tugs gently, tipping my head back, and bites along the edge of my jaw. “Are you going to be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you?”
I whimper and nod.
“Say it, Tally. Tell me you’ll be my good girl,” he demands.
Everything clenches below the waist. “I’ll be your good girl.”
He takes my earlobe between his teeth. “What do good girls do?”
“Exactly what you tell me to.” Another shiver of excitement zips down my spine.
“Give me your hands,” he orders.
I unlink them from behind his neck and hold them between us. Flip opens the Velcro cuff and slips it on, securing my right wrist, then my left. My stomach clenches at his wicked smile.
He strokes my cheek. “If you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word and we can switch things up.”
“I can cuff you?” I ask cheekily.
“If you want, yes.”
That sends another thrill through me.
He kisses me softly.
“Can I get on my knees for you?”
His fingers flex on my hip and his jaw ticks. “Is that where you want to start?”
“Desperately.” Heat works its way through me.
“Fuck, kitten. We’re going to have so much fun together.” He kisses me again, rougher and deeper, like he’s struggling to stay in check.
He tosses a pillow to the floor at his feet. “Be good for me.”
I clamber off his lap, a little awkwardly and with Flip’s help since my hands are bound.
Flip regards me with lust-heavy eyes as I sink to my knees. He runs his hands down his thighs and rolls his head on his shoulder as he rises to his full, imposing height.
He steps forward, gazing down as he caresses my cheek and tucks a single finger under my chin, tipping it up. “You are a fucking vision, Tallulah.” He bends and kisses my forehead.
When he straightens, gone is my sweet boyfriend and in his place is the villain I asked for.
“Get my cock out,” he orders.
My hands are unsteady as I fumble first with his belt, then the button and zipper on his jeans. It’s awkward with my hands cuffed, and I’m jittery with excitement.
I free him from his pants, thick and hard. I reach for him, but he shakes his head, so I stop.
“No more hands,” he grits out.
I drop mine to my thighs.
Flip fists his cock and strokes roughly. I wait for his next command, nipples tight and pussy already throbbing.
“Are you my good girl?”
I nod, biting back a needy moan.
He presses his thumb against my bottom lip. “Open for me.”
I part and he slips his thumb inside, pressing on my tongue.
“Suck.”
My cheeks hollow.
He grins, expression devilish. “Treat it like your favorite ice cream cone.” He brings the head of his cock to my lips.
I swirl my tongue around the crown, sucking the head into my mouth, releasing with a loud pop, before I repeat the action, but this time I drag my teeth gently over the ridge, eyes locked on his. A slow grin pulls up one corner of his mouth.
I kiss the tip, then run my tongue around him again. “What now?”
“I’m going to guide you.”
How often have I fantasized about this exact experience? On my knees, him looking at me like I’m his. “Teach me how to please you.”