Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Is that what the zones are about?” Niall asked with a grin. “I can go wherever I want, but I heard someone saying he couldn’t enter zone three since it’s a Thursday. Also, you don’t even understand my imagination. It goes to some kinky places when it comes to you. Come here.”
She loved how husky his voice had gotten. She moved toward him. “Yes, Sir. Things are carefully planned. Sometimes it’s about days. My cousin Gigi only plays on Thursdays or Fridays because her brothers play on Saturday. But Chloe and Gabe and their brother John don’t want to limit their days, so they have zones. John tried to tell Chloe she needed to wear a robe when she walked to her zone, and she punched him. I taught her how, so now John doesn’t mention robes anymore.”
“Blood-thirsty princess,” he said with a grin. “I’m glad you don’t have brothers so we don’t have to worry about zones. Lay on my lap. I want to get this over with. I want to cuddle. You’ll stay with me.”
Not a question, but still required an answer. He seemed to get more toppy the more engaged his cock was. She liked it. The truth was she enjoyed being dominated during sex. It was the one place she didn’t want to be in charge. “Yes, Sir. But only for the donuts.”
She eased over his lap, her skin rubbing against the softness of his jeans. They were old and worn in, like he washed them hundreds of times and now they were perfect.
His hand cupped her cheeks, spreading a warm anticipation through her. “Are you comfortable, princess?”
“Yes,” she replied, her whole body softening in response.
What would he be like? Would he spank her softly so she wriggled and writhed and wanted more? Would he go so hard she called out her safe word? They hadn’t talked about safe words, but they weren’t truly playing. They were experimenting. If she said no, he would stop.
Would she want him to stop?
Her brain was going a million miles an hour. Her body might be ready but her brain was rebelling.
And then she wasn’t thinking about anything but the smack against her tender flesh. She heard it before it registered as pain. He’d gone for it but not too hard. Just enough to get her attention and focus it. On something other than anxiety. Heat flashed over her skin and then sank in.
“Tell me if it’s too much. We’re learning each other. I don’t want any of that silent submission right now. I want you to talk to me.”
“It’s good, Sir. My brain is whirling. I need this more than I thought I did.”
Another hard slap. “I don’t want you thinking about anything but this.”
Three hard smacks and her eyes were watering, but it worked. She wasn’t worried about what might happen. She was completely focused on the here and now. As he continued, his hand smacking and then holding the heat in, she let herself start to float. She let go of worrying she would never get over Jensen. Stopped thinking about getting shot. Didn’t care that her deranged dad would likely put one of his employees on Niall the minute he found out she was seeing him. The case didn’t even matter in those moments when Niall’s big hand dispensed discipline. She let the pain flow over her and sighed as it morphed into something else. She didn’t even fight the tears. She might have with a different Dom, but he wasn’t going to use them against her. He wasn’t going to freak out and make this about himself. He would take them for what they were—much-needed release.
She wasn’t sure how long it had been when he turned her over, flipping her neatly like she weighed nothing. He cradled her in his arms, and she could feel his cock against her tender backside.
He brushed the tears off her cheeks. “Feel better, princess?”
She felt a bit limp noodley. It was beyond nice. “I do. I think I might be able to sleep.” She should be honest if she was doing this with him. “I have bad dreams sometimes.”
“Me, too. If you need me, wake me up and we’ll talk,” he offered. “Or I’ll simply hold you until you go back to sleep. But I think after all that harshness, you need some sugar.”
She lay cradled against him as his free hand found its way down her body and between her legs. He leaned over and kissed her, softly this time, with no real intent. But his fingers. Oh, his fingers were on a damn mission.
“You liked it,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking wet, Harlow.”
His fingers slid easily between the folds of her labia, foraging briefly before rubbing her clit and taking her breath away.
This was how he treated her in an experimental mini session? Oh, she could sub for this man. She let her head fall back, allowed him access to everything.