Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
The tension builds as he adjusts himself and takes another sip of whiskey. “Remove them,” he says in that seductive accent, his tone thick with hunger and driving me wild with need. “Let me see your tight cunt.”
Oh God. He’s a dirty talker.
Not one to disappoint, I adjust myself slightly and make a show of peeling my lace thong down my legs and kicking it off at the end of the stage. I widen my legs once again, this time completely open, vulnerable, and available to him.
Unable to help myself, I bring my hand back down between my legs and show him exactly how I like it. I rub circles over my clit with my thumb as my fingers drop lower to my entrance. I push them inside of me without pause, watching the way his eyes darken with desire.
I’m soaking wet, and the tension in the room is so damn thick, it’s almost impossible to breathe. I’m right on the edge, my fingers massaging my walls from within as my thumb continues rubbing tight circles over my clit. My hips start to rock, my thighs trying to push themselves wider, to open myself up even more. My fingers aren’t enough. I need him to take me deep. Need him to fuck me until I scream.
“Why don’t you come and join me?” I say with a breathy groan, our eyes locked together in a fiery war, fighting for dominance when we both know I don’t stand a chance in hell.
He doesn’t move, and I almost drown in devastation. “Remove your fingers,” he instructs.
Disappointment fires through me as I free my fingers from within, wondering if this is all part of his game—getting me all hot and bothered, waiting until I’m just about to come, and depriving me of my release. I watch him expectantly, waiting to hear what he wants from me next. “Now, tell me how you taste.”
Well, shit. I wasn’t expecting that one, but if he insists . . .
A sly smile settles onto my face. If this is just day one and he’s already hitting me with this, he must be one hell of a kinky bastard. Just the way I like them.
My eyes sparkle with a twisted satisfaction, and I see the curiosity deep in his stare, watching as I press my fingers to my mouth. I trail my wetness over my bottom lip before my tongue shoots out, rolling over my lip and tasting just how sweet I am. His eyes darken as I open wide, sucking both my fingers clean before returning them to my pussy. I trail them through my wetness and release a low groan. “I taste like I need to be fucked hard, deep, and fast.”
“Good girl,” he tells me. “Now let me see you come.”
Goddamn.
I plunge my fingers deep, my whole body jolting with electricity as I picture his cock slamming into me, his fingers rolling over my clit instead of my own. I work my body right to the edge, the intensity of his eyes on me making me come alive like never before.
I give it my all, crying out as I finally come hard on the stage.
My orgasm tears through me, my pussy spasming around my fingers as I reach an unbelievable high. I throw my head back, wishing I knew his name just so I could scream it as I came.
My high shoots through my body like the sweetest victory, my toes curl in my heels, and I start to shake from the intensity of my orgasm. I keep my fingers moving, keep working my clit as my pussy continues to convulse, not wanting to come back to reality.
Taking a breath, my body starts to relax, and I catch myself against the stage, utterly exhausted. But I keep my gaze on my Romanian captor, assuming he’s only getting started for the night. I try to calm myself, preparing for whatever he might have in store when he places his empty glass down at his feet.
Anxious energy flutters through me as he stands, and my gaze becomes hooded as I watch his tall frame rise before me. Whatever he wants, whatever he asks for, I’ll give it to him. Exactly how he wants it.
He takes a step, his hungry stare still locked on mine, and just as I think he’s about to make his move and throw me around like a goddamn ragdoll, he simply strides out of the private room, not a single word spoken between us. He leaves me wanting so much more, and I realize that I was just used for nothing more than a show.
As the ugliness of it all fills my veins, I simply collect my discarded thong off the ground and make my way up to my room, wondering what the fuck just went down.