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Pierced, Punished, Pleased

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Pierced, Punished, Pleased

(An Erotic BDSM Romance)

By Ella Louise

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

I nuzzle my head into Mike’s chest, feeling the tickle of his chest hair against my nose and cheek and the warmth of his skin underneath. His natural musk mixes with the hint of almost-worn-off cologne, sending an involuntary shiver through me. It’s the sort of emotional reaction that can only be evoked with scent memory.

In this case, the memory is of Mike on top of me last night, thrusting hard into me, nipping at my neck and earlobes roughly enough that it makes me yelp in both pleasure and pain. My legs tighten under the sheets. I bite my lip, wanting him to kiss me again so I can add his taste to the sensory symphony I’m enjoying. I want his hands to roam over my body again and his teeth to etch their marks into my throat.

God, I want him so badly all the time. But I’ll be nice and let him sleep in this morning. I am very much enjoying the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each peaceful breath. It’s one of those moments I wish would last forever.

It’s only been a few weeks since I was fearing for my safety, manacled in his basement while he pushed me to the edge of trust and back. Since then, he has been much moreopen about what he wants from me in the bedroom. And more often than not, what he wants is… rough. I’ve come to accept the bruises and soreness on my body as reminders of how passionate he can be.

Passionate for me. Looking at his naked body next to mine on the bed, it’s hard not to compare his strong, muscled frame to my plump, soft one. Still, my abundance of curves hasn’t seemed to bother him so far. If anything, he’s so voracious sometimes, I can barely keep up.

One of these days, maybe I’ll believe him when he insists he wants me and thinks I’m beautiful. But for now, I have the bruises to remind me.

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

Even though he speaks softly, his voice startles me. I hadn’t realized he was awake.

“Morning,” I yawn sleepily, careful not to breathe on him in case I have morning breath. I think it’s fine, but I’m still so self-conscious around him that I’d rather be safe than sorry.

Then his mouth covers mine, his powerful chest pushing my shoulders into the bed with his weight, and I find it hard to think about being self-conscious, or anything else for that matter. I’m pinned and can’t move; my only escape is to lose myself in the sensation of his kiss. I moan, letting go of my sense of control, as I’ve learned to do these past few weeks.

His mouth, already hot with need so early in the morning, moves from my lips to the hollow of my throat, down the swell of my right breast, and sucks in my nipple. His teeth graze my sensitive skin sharply, enough to make me cry out.

“Gentle, please! Ow!”

If anything, this makes him bite harder, but I knew it would. I arch my back, pushing harder against him, and close my eyes to find the pleasure underneath the pain. Before long, I’ll be writhing, and I know that’s what he wants.

“Fuck yes, I want you to take control of me again,” I groan through clenched teeth. I fantasize about that rush of adrenaline I felt in his basement, blindfolded and cuffed to a chair, when I knew he was moving toward me with a blade. I didn’t knowwhat he was going to do with my body, but I knew I wanted him to do it. Now, with his mouth lapping hungrily at my painfully erect nipples, I crave that emotional rush.

He grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed above my head, r [...]