Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He’s hardly ever home and I just exist within the walls here. He wants to discuss his campaign and my role while he runs for president. Do I tell him that I don’t want to have to be a part of the charade?
I check my cell phone and see I have a couple of hours to spare before meeting Dad, so I pull up William’s contact.
Me: Can we meet this morning?
Five minutes later comes his reply.
William: I can pencil you in at 10:30 for half an hour?
His reply causes me to roll my eyes. I need someone to not have to pencil me in and be elated that I want to spend time with them.
I close the laptop and slip off my bed. It’s hot, too hot, and the AC hasn’t been working in my room for two days. Going to the window, I shove it up higher and suck at the air, trying to fill my lungs and cool my sweaty skin. I’ve been sleeping in just my panties and it’s still been too hot. We’re having an unusually hot fall. I can’t wait for the cooler weather to roll in.
My eyes flutter closed and I take a minute to think about what I’m going to say to William.
“Hey, you don’t satisfy me. We should break up.”
“We need to talk. It’s over. Bye.”
“I’m insatiable and you hate fucking me, so it’s over.”
“William, you will always be a part of my…”
Ugh, lame.
I open my eyes and startle when my eyes clash with Sebastian’s brilliant blues, the leader of Dad’s security detail, standing in the yard. He and his team have worked for Dad exclusively since Mom’s death, so he’s no stranger to me, but the look in his eyes when they find mine is different to any other time he’s seen me.
Shock at first. Then, intensity. Finally, hunger.
My brow furrows and it’s then I realize I’m wearing just my underwear. The window is low and shows my entire torso to his focused gaze.
Crap!
Usually, the grounds at the back of the house are empty. It’s just two miles of greenery. But not today. Today, Sebastian is out there, his cell phone to his ear and his blazing blue eyes glued on me.
Breathe, Clove. Breathe, Clove.
I can’t breathe, though. My chest constricts squeezing my lungs, causing my eyes to bulge.
It takes me a few seconds to move away and pin my back to the wall beside the window, taking a huge gulp of air. My heart is racing and my hands are shaking, a thrill coursing through me that shouldn’t be.
He didn’t look away. He just stared at my exposed skin and that has an excitement pooling in my stomach that I don’t understand. It was just an accidental situation, but my entire body is humming with need now. Manifesting and dampening my panties. I’m not normal.
I peek to see if he’s still there, but he’s not. The space he was standing in is now vacant. My heart deflates a little for no reason. Did I make him up?
I’m being stupid for liking the thrill of him seeing me nearly naked. Sebastian has always given me a pulse deep in my stomach. His authority mixed with those looks are a deadly combination and I’ve always had a feeling of fear and excitement when in his presence, like he could punish me if I ever broke the rules, but his punishment would be brutally sinful. I’ve imagined being put over his knee on more occasions than deemed sane.
Biting my lip, I check the time on my cell. Half past nine. I have time. Rushing over to my bed, I slip my pink toy from the bedside cabinet and shimmy my panties down my thighs, lying back and letting thoughts occupy my mind that shouldn’t.
Visions of me doing this with him watching, with the other team members watching, have my back arching. I imagine my four guys surrounding my bed, each one touching themselves encouraging me, guiding me, commanding me. I let the vibrations dance over my clit as I fantasize that I’m on display for Sebastian and his whole team, spreading myself open for them, driving myself fucking crazy. They’re all around my bed watching, but not allowed to touch. I open myself up more, exposing my glistening pussy to the room, and massage the pink tip over and over my bundle of nerves until my toes curl. Then, I slip it inside and clench around it as illicit ripples of pleasure wash over me.
It’s fast when the orgasm hits, igniting every nerve in my body. My heavy pants fill the air and a smile creeps up my face.
Once the high cools and I slip the device from inside me, shame replaces it.
I’m not normal.
Getting turned on by someone I’ve known for years accidently seeing me? I’m desperate and pathetic.