Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
When he finally brings the wand near where I need him most, I’m nearly sobbing with need. The proximity of the current makes me buck against the spreader bar.
“Cole, please,” I beg. “I can’t take any more.”
His eyes are nearly black with desire as he sets the wand aside. “Do you understand now?” he asks, his voice rough. “What happens when you make me wait?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“And will you ever do it again?” he demands, positioning himself between my forcibly spread legs.
“No,” I promise, though part of me thinks I might, just to experience this again.
A knowing smile crosses his face, as if he can read my thoughts. “Liar,” he says, but there’s something like approval in his voice.
Without warning, he thrusts into my pussy in one powerful stroke. I cry out, my body arching against the restraints, the sudden fullness from his cock both shocking and exactly what I’ve been craving. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
“Every nerve ending I awakened,” he growls, his hand finding my breast, pinching the nipple he’d sensitized with the wheel, “remembers my touch.”
The dual sensation is overwhelming—the fullness of him inside me combined with the heightened sensitivity of my skin. I’m nothing but sensation, consumed entirely by what he’s making me feel.
“Look at me as I fuck you,” he commands, and I force my eyes open to meet his intense gaze. “Who owns you?”
“You do,” I gasp as he drives deeper. “Only you.”
His rhythm falters for just a moment, something flashing in his eyes that looks almost like vulnerability before it’s gone again, replaced by raw possession. His hand slides between us, finding the bundle of nerves he’d so carefully avoided with his tools.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “Now, Sloane.”
My body obeys instantly, convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash through me. I scream his name, pulling against the spreader bar as my vision whites out from the intensity.
He doesn’t slow, prolonging my orgasm until I’m sobbing from overstimulation. Only then does he allow his own release, his rhythm faltering as he groans my name, his body shuddering against mine.
For a moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing. Then Cole reaches down, carefully removing the spreader bar from my ankles. There’s an unexpected tenderness in the way he massages feeling back into my legs, checking for any marks from his tools.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentler than it’s been all night.
I nod, unable to form coherent words yet. My body feels completely spent, every nerve ending still tingling from his attention.
Cole pulls me against him, tucking my head under his chin. His heartbeat thunders against my ear, gradually slowing to a steadier rhythm. His fingers trace patterns on my back, soothing now rather than arousing.
“You were perfect,” he murmurs against my hair.
I manage to find my voice at last. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
He shifts to look down at me, something almost vulnerable flashing in his eyes before his usual mask returns. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet, Sloane.”
The words hold a promise and a warning, but all I can think about is the “yet.” The implication that there will be more of this, more of us. I should be frightened by how completely I surrendered to him, by how much I want to do it again. Instead, I feel oddly safe in the arms of the most dangerous man I’ve ever known.
“Good,” I whisper, meeting his gaze steadily. “I want to learn everything.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, darkly satisfied. He pulls me closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Next time,” he murmurs, “don’t keep me waiting.”
I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into with Cole Asher, and in this moment, I don’t care. All I know is that I’m completely, irrevocably his. And I’ve never wanted anything more.
Chapter Twenty-Four Sloane
I’m at my worktable early, still buzzing from last night. God, I should be exhausted, but I can’t stop designing. My fingers keep touching the spots where the wheel traced over my skin—still sensitive, still tingling. It’s like Cole rewired something in me. The chains and metal pieces I’ve been using in my collection suddenly feel different. Before, they were just cool design elements. Now? They remind me of how it felt to be under his control, to surrender. I’m seeing my own work through new eyes.
I can’t explain it, but I’m working faster, everything flowing out of me like I’ve tapped into something I didn’t know was there. Like last night unlocked some creative door I didn’t even realize was closed.
Knox’s voice startles me out of my focus. “Ms. Whitmore, your guests, Chloe Hallman and Hailey Parker, have arrived.”