Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
He picks up the tattoo gun. “This will hurt a little. I want you to focus on how good it feels to have that vibrator on your cunt and my plug stretching your ass. Don’t forget to stay very still for me.”
“I can do it,” I assure him.
I’ll endure anything for him.
“That’s my stubborn kitten,” he says, voice warm with affection.
The tattoo gun starts to buzz. I watch as he lowers it to my chest, right above my heart.
I hiss in a sharp breath at the first kiss of the needle. It stings, but I relish the sight of the bold black ink branding my creamy skin. The light pain mingles with the pleasure of the toys on my most intimate areas, and I hover at the brink of an orgasm.
I’m a being of pure sensation, and I float on a cloud of bliss.
By the time the B takes shape in his slanted handwriting, I’m euphoric. My body stops trembling, and I relax into the mattress as I submit to him completely. He commanded me to remain still. I’m compelled by his will, lost in his power over me.
This man owns me, body, heart, and soul.
And now, I bear a physical sign of his ownership. His name is permanently inked into my skin, a match for my name over his heart.
He’s my Brandon, and I’m his Karolina.
Just like we were always meant to be.
He takes a moment to put a protective layer of second skin over the tattoo, then presses a worshipful kiss to the scar on my shoulder, where I took a knife in my flesh for him.
I’ll wear the mark just as proudly as I bear his name on my chest.
“You can come for me now,” he murmurs against the scar.
At the same time, he tweaks my nipples, finally pushing me over the edge.
My ecstasy is absolute, a physical and emotional sense of completion. The world goes white for a moment, and my back arches as I scream out my orgasm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls. “And all mine.”
I blink hard to clear my vision, unwilling to lose sight of him for even an instant.
He frees my wrists from the cuffs and carefully urges me onto my hands and knees, making sure not to bump my fresh tattoo.
I’m grateful for the mirror across from our bed; I can watch him enter me from behind. His eyes are locked on mine in our reflection as he lines his cock up with my pussy.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and he tugs my head back as he penetrates me in a slow slide. He thrusts in hard at the final inch, burying his shaft deep inside me.
I’m pinned between his cock and his grip on my hair, helpless to do anything but wait for him to fuck me in earnest.
“You’re so tight with the plug,” he hisses through gritted teeth, and I realize he’s paused to rein in his release. “And you feel so good squeezing my cock with your cunt.”
No condom separates us this time. We’re joined in the most intimate way possible, and I can’t wait for him to mark me deep inside.
“I want your cum in me,” I pant. “I want to feel you lose control for me.”
He barks out a harsh curse and drives into me, hard enough to jar my entire body. Stinging pain flares on my butt when he delivers a sharp slap. It makes me keenly aware of the plug inside my ass, and I gasp as I clutch at the sheets.
“Do that again.”
He groans at my crass demand and delivers two more stinging swats. I clamp down on his dick with a ragged shout.
He reaches beneath me and applies pressure to the vibrator, grinding it against my clit. I scream his name and hit my peak, ecstasy shuddering through me in relentless waves.
I milk his cock, and he follows me into bliss with a primal roar.
He spills his hot seed deep inside me, just as I’ve craved for months. The pleasure of our union is so powerful that my heart expands painfully against my ribcage.
I watch him in the mirror with open awe as he fucks me for the final harsh strokes. His powerful body flexes, and his beautifully sculpted face is alight with soul-deep satisfaction.
The man in the reflection looks so different from the boy I once knew, but he’s still the one I love. The only one for me.
His blue eyes shine where they’re fixed on mine.
My Brandon.
22
KAROLINA
York is gorgeous in the waning autumn sunlight. It gleams on the ancient city walls, making them shine with a golden glow.
Brandon holds my hand as we walk towards Bootham Bar for the first time since he whisked me away to our country estate to protect me from his enemies.
That’s all over now.
We’re starting our new lives together. Outwardly, we’re still Rand and Lena, but we’re our true selves with one another.