Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“I would like very much to make love to you, Meggie,” Beck says, his voice low and painstakingly gentle. The hand in my hair is gentle, too, unlike the way he fisted my hair in the arena. He touches me like I’m made of glass.
“How very polite.” Isn’t this what Dante had told me to look for? The trouble is I don’t want a polite bargain. I want his passion.
Though I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone in a day or two. I haven’t changed my mind about that. Even though he’s promised not to treat me the way he did before, I know it’s inevitable that he will.
The truth of the matter is I’ve been giving an enormous amount of thought to my sex life. It’s been pointless and futile up until now. The two men I went to bed with before marrying Michael were utterly boring, and I just wanted to get it over with. Michael was the same way. It’s why I started exploring Dominance and submission in the first place. I haven’t gotten past the Internet, but I ordered some books on the subject, and I planned to meet some people in the lifestyle.
Being out in the arena with Beck was a revelation. It was the single most erotic experience of my life, and he rejected me afterward. He thinks I’m just as much a pervert as Michael did, and I refuse to be trapped in another marriage where my husband didn’t truly want me. But I’m stuck for now. Why not enjoy what he can give me? I took my birth control shot a week before I was kidnapped. Why not enjoy a little sex? Even if it wasn’t as mind-blowing as before, it would be better than anything I had on the Earth plane. I’ll have to make sure I come off as vanilla as possible so he doesn’t get angry again.
I let my hand find his sculpted chest. “All right.”
He sighs, and I feel that strange connection between us open slightly. It tingles there on the edges of my consciousness, and I open myself eagerly to it. I can feel his arousal. I can feel how much he wants me. It makes me feel special and desirable.
He closes it down immediately.
“Sorry.” He eases me onto my back. “I have to get used to the bond. It’s particularly strong when we make love. I promise I won’t flood you with it again.”
“I didn’t mind,” I say before he touches my lips with his. It’s a gentle touch, a light melding of lips. I find it slightly frustrating.
“Of course you did,” he murmurs as he kisses me, a little harder this time.
He presses his mouth over mine. His tongue requests access. I allow my body to soften beneath him, and his tongue lazily plunges in. He explores my mouth, mating his tongue to mine, devouring me softly. His hands gently frame my face as he strokes my hair.
I shudder with pleasure as he moves from my mouth to my neck. He’s so big against me. He tries to keep his weight off me, but I want to be crushed under it. I want him to hold me down or tie me up. Not that I can ask him to do that. He would probably turn away in disgust, but I want it so badly. “I’m cold. Won’t you cover me? I might be warm if you lay on top of me.”
He’s not able to completely close off the surge of desire my request sends through him. He wants to be on top of me. He wants me helpless underneath him. I felt his desire briefly before he shut it off. “You don’t think I’m too big for you? I don’t want you cold. Let me get undressed first.”
He slips out from under the covers and quickly shucks his clothes. I watch, my mouth watering, as his big, strong body is revealed by firelight. He’s all steel and smooth muscles. The wounds he took in the arena closed and are healing. His body, he explained earlier, can take a lot of damage and repairs itself quickly. The slight pinkness of the healing flesh doesn’t detract from his perfection. He’s a work of art. Michelangelo would have been proud to sculpt that body. And then there’s his cock. I have more time to study it now that he isn’t shoving it at my face. It's big and thick, and pointing straight up, reaching his belly button. His balls are heavy and taut against his body. Even in the firelight, I can tell his cock is so hard it’s purple.
How had that ever fit in my mouth? That dark voice from my fantasies reminds me. That monster cock fit because Beck made sure it fit. He shoved and pushed until I accommodated him.