Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Mr. Frost was in his right mind and no religious puritan. I could tell just by looking into his eyes that he was as dirty in bed as they came. He just enjoyed chastening and shaming me. I felt anger churn up inside me.
Look at him.
He had everything: looks, brains, success, money. He lived in this beautiful mansion, and he owned that wonderful bed, and yet the ungrateful man never smiled. Never showed any appreciation for anything. He was rude and awful to almost everyone. And frightening me with his black dogs, that… that was unforgivable.
Fuck him.
I unbuttoned my jacket, took it off and draped it over my arm. If I was a waitress I would spit in his food, but I was not. The PA equivalent would be…
Then I had it. I knew exactly what the PA equivalent was.
I snatched up the laundry bag and walked back to the bedroom. No doubt there were video cameras everywhere. Rich people always had them. And because he knew I was coming he probably had them all switched on.
Good!
I walked towards the gorgeous bed, put the laundry bag down on the floor, and my jacket on the bed. Quickly, I slipped out of my shoes, unzipped my skirt and shimmied out of it.
Then…I lay on his bed... my dream bed.
Wow! It was like lying on a cloud. The sheets were cool under my naked skin. Hooking my fingers inside the waistband of my panties I pulled them down my hips and legs.
I knew he was watching. I could feel his regard.
Wantonly, I spread my legs and began to play with myself. Little circles around my clit. I was already soaking wet. I didn’t do what I usually did in private. Instead, I turned it into a magnificent show. Just like a stripper. I kept my eyes open and exaggerated the arch of my body as I slipped my fingers into me. I moaned and made little kitten noises as I finger-fucked myself.
I imagined him opening the door, coming in, and watching me. His icy eyes started to burn with lust.
Lust for me.
Mr. Frost begged me to let him fuck me, but I refused. Instead, I ordered him to eat me. Instantly, and meekly he buried his face between my thighs and sucked me obediently until I was ready to climax.
After I’d come, I sat up and deliberately made sure I left a wet patch on the bed. Leisurely, as if I had all the time in the world, I put on my skirt and zipped it up, but stuffed my panties into my jacket pocket. Then I slipped on my shoes, and smoothed the bed and pillows. Taking one last look at the delightful bed, I picked up the laundry bag and left.
Hope you enjoyed the show, Mr. Frost.
Chapter 9
Max
What the…?
I couldn’t believe my eyes!
She had just masturbated on MY bed.
I watched the feed again to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. No, they weren’t.
She did masturbate on MY bed.
My cock was hard and hot for her, and my breaths came out of me fast and furious. I had a meeting in one hour and I still had some stuff to read up on before I went to it. I opened the report, but I couldn’t concentrate. The words swam in front of me. All I saw was her. She with her silky legs wide open and her fingers busy.
What the hell was happening to me?
I stood and paced the floor of my office. This whole thing was mad. I stopped abruptly. I was becoming unhinged. Lust for her was turning me into a lunatic. How long had it been since I had sex with a woman? A month? Right. That was the solution. I needed a body. Any body would do. I went to my phone and scrolled through it.
Vivian. Nope.
Teresa. Nope.
Alison. Nope.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Finally, Madeline. Yeah. She had roughly the same build and coloring as Lillian. I called her.
“Hey you,” she cooed.
“Want to hook up tonight?” My voice was strangely guttural. Watching a grainy video of Lillian on my bed had turned me into a hot mess.
“I sure do,” she agreed instantly.
“Sans Frontieres. Eight. Don’t be late.”
“Eight it is,” she whispered.
I killed the connection and stared out of the window. Lillian was out there walking around without her panties. I should confront her. No! She had just declared war. And war it was going to be. I looked at my watch. I wanted to wait and see how brazenly she would face me, but I had a meeting across town I had to attend in an hour.
As I left my office, I sent her a message.
Book my usual table for two, Sans Frontieres, 8 p.m. and the Mimosa suite for one night.
Two minutes later my phone pinged.
Your table and suite are reserved.