Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
And if he didn’t, Keane would put off everyone else’s pleasure. The Master truly knew how to handle him. The threat of one of them being even slightly uncomfortable was enough to make him vow to hold out. “I’ll be good, Master.”
“Olivia, see if you can get him to come,” Keane said with a wicked smile on his face. “And that’s another five for not believing in your Master. It’s a four-foot whip, not a six-footer. It’s too close in here for that, and I would never allow you in the scene with it.”
She sank down, completely undisturbed by the Master’s words. “We’ll see about that.”
“Go easy on me, baby,” Garrett said, knowing what her response would be.
She licked her lips. “Not on your life, Sir.”
She leaned over and her tongue touched his cockhead, gathering the arousal seeping from the slit of his dick. She groaned like she’d tasted manna from heaven.
This was going to be rough.
The first lash struck, and he was caught between the sweetest pleasure and the sting of the whip. It crashed through him and somehow morphed into something warm and soft. The whip wasn’t barbed. It would leave light pink streaks across his back.
Olivia’s tongue was a tiny butterfly moving across his dick. He had to grit his teeth against the soft pleasure. Then the whip cracked and he groaned. They worked in tandem, lighting up his flesh with sweet pain and pleasure. Olivia’s tongue whirled around his cock as though she knew the whip’s intensity was rising.
They created a song on his skin, in his soul. Something he’d waited a lifetime for.
When Olivia hollowed out her cheeks and her fingertips touched his balls, it took everything he had to hold off the orgasm. Pain slashed across the back of his thighs, forcing him to return to reality. Like all the others, the pain bloomed briefly and then morphed into sweet heat that somehow loosened up all the tense parts of him.
“That was thirty,” Keane said, his voice tight as though he was holding something back, too. “Olivia, was he a good boy?”
She sat back on her heels, her lips swollen and eyes wide. “I tried my best.”
She hadn’t. He’d had some spectacular blow jobs from this woman, so he knew when she was holding back, and he was so grateful to her. “She went easy on me.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Well, I won’t next time.”
“Next time I won’t be so filled with emotion I can barely stand up,” Garrett replied. “And you knew that and took care of me.”
Keane stepped in front of him. At some point he’d ditched his jeans and boxers, and now he was completely naked with nothing but a whip in his hand. His cut jawline bore a five-o’clock shadow that gave him a rugged look.
His Master was so fucking hot.
“I won’t make the same mistake,” Keane said.
Garrett’s body tightened again. Was the whipping not over? He could handle it. He would feel those lashes in his backside for days, but he would love it. He was willing to go anywhere Keane led because he trusted this man with his everything.
Olivia started to rise but Keane held a hand out, telling her to stay where she was. “I think you need some help, baby.”
And then Keane dropped to his knees, letting the whip fall to the side.
“What are you doing?” Garrett’s brain couldn’t quite make the connection. His Master was on his knees in front of him. He wasn’t going to…
“Are you uncomfortable at the thought of my mouth on your cock?” Keane asked. “Because it’s something I’ve been dreaming of for a long time. Understand this isn’t submission to you. This is a gift for the magnificent way you handled everything today. And it’s because I want it. I want to taste you.”
Olivia huddled close to Keane, a sweet smile on her face. “Oh, Master, he tastes so good. I love it when he comes in my mouth and I have to try so hard to swallow him down. I know I get called a loudmouth a lot, but the truth of the matter is mine is rather small and his cock is huge. Just like Master’s.”
He loved the persona she took on in the play space. She was still Olivia, but there was a sweetness, an openness about sex and what she liked and loved. She didn’t hesitate in the place to praise her men for their beauty or how good they were at eating her tight pussy.
He never knew how much he loved hearing the words.
Keane looked up at him. “If this is too much too fast, tell me now.”
“You think I haven’t dreamed about it, too, Master? I think tonight is an excellent time for firsts,” Garrett admitted.
Keane reached up, and that big, callused hand gripped Garrett’s cock and he sucked in air. This was happening. Really happening.