Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Shaking my head, I smile at Oliver. “Not at all. We can most certainly grab a private room if she’s not into being watched,” I tell him.
“Let’s go.” He chuckles, before we make our way to the beauty who’s re-emerged from the restroom. With both of us walking up to her, I can’t help but feel excited. It’s best to have us approach her together so she’s not under the impression I’m alone.
She turns her head toward us the moment we near her, and I’m met with bright green eyes that widen when she takes me in. It’s only for a second, but then she drops them to the ground as we reach her—a submissive gesture.
“Hello,” I greet, offering her my hand.
She takes it gingerly, her soft skin touching mine, igniting a desire I’ve long since forgotten. It’s alarming how my body responds to hers. An ache coils in my gut. I want her on her knees.
“Hi,” she finally murmurs. The sound is so soft, so gentle, it’s as if she’ll break if she spoke any louder. She’s exquisite.
“Darling,” Oliver says, as she takes his offered hand. He’s charming, and since he’s been a trainer of new submissives for a long time, he knows just how to get them to stay calm and enjoy their experience.
I can’t help it, but as she smiles at me, I reach for her chin, tipping her head back to feel her gaze on me once more. “You’re quite stunning.”
A pinkish hue darkens her otherwise pale cheeks, and I’m certain her pert little ass would look just as delicious with the same color darkening it.
“Thank you.” The beauty grins, and a small dimple forms in her left cheek. Only one. Every inch of her is perfection.
“Would you like to join us for the evening, or are you here to just watch?” I’m not sure how new she is to this place. I haven’t seen her here before, but I could’ve missed her on nights I’ve been busy.
Her blush deepens, but she nods slowly. “I’m here to...” Her words falter, and I can’t help but take in the sweetness of her personality. The shyness only makes my cock ache to make her scream and bring out the seductress hiding beneath. She finally finds her voice when she responds, “I’ve never watched or been with two Dominants. I didn’t think it was appropriate.”
“Darling, there are many things that go on inside this place that aren’t appropriate. But that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Tipping my head to the side, I regard her with a small smile.
She nods once. Her full, plump lips quirk, and my cock strains against my zipper, aching to feel her mark me with the red lipstick that stains her mouth. I offer her my hand once more, and when she slips hers in mine, her fingers feel like delicate silk against my rougher skin. Our hands fit almost perfectly together.
I’ve spent years on my own, focusing on single scenes to stop myself from being hurt, and here, this gorgeous girl is trusting me to show her something she’s never done before, along with Oliver, who’s smirking knowingly at me.
The women I’ve been with were all experienced in this life. They weren’t virgins to the scenes that play out in the clubs I’ve frequented, but this gorgeous vixen seems to be a sheep amongst a pack of wolves.
“What is your name?” I ask her before we reach one of the viewing areas.
She stops suddenly, turning her face toward me. “Can we not do names tonight? I’d just like to get lost in the world. Tomorrow I’ll be starting work and…” her words taper off, and I can feel from her tense grip on my hand that she’s not comfortable with divulging her name.
“That’s fine with me, sweetheart.” I smile. “We can keep this as anonymous as you’d like.” My words seemed to ease the tension in her shoulders, and I couldn’t be more thankful she agreed to join me. “Would you like to be watched by passersby, or do you prefer privacy?”
She looks up at me, a blush blooming on her cheeks. “I’d like privacy, please?”
I nod, and we make our way through the dimly lit club. The moment we enter a private room on the second floor, I’m behind her, and Oliver turns to her. His gaze locks on hers, and he cups her cheeks.
“Tonight, we’ll play anonymously,” he informs her. “Now, we’d like you to remove your clothes, but before that, tell me your safe word.” His tone is calm, his voice rumbling through his chest.
“Cupcake,” she says, and Oliver chuckles.
“Cupcake it is. Have you done this before?”
“Yes,” she whispers, but I hear her. It’s as if I’m attuned to her.
Nodding, Oliver releases her and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now remove your clothes slowly. We’d like to watch.”