Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I smirk at how flustered the man got when he worried he just got me busted for cheating or revealing a more sinister plan. Not that I’d be cheating. It’s not like Lyriope and I are shacked up. There isn’t a ball and chain around my ankle. But still… I had no intent of touching anyone. Something about the idea seems off-putting.
“Quite the exit the other night. You just left,” she says, swirling her pearl necklace around her finger.
“Seemed like the perfect ending to such an explosive time with you.”
She smiles with not only her mouth but her eyes. The twinkle in them can be seen as the laser lights swirl around her.
“Sasha told me that tonight is going to have a lot of sex parties in private rooms.” Her eyes lower to her hands that are folded into her lap. “I didn’t mean to prevent you from participating.”
“Like I said, I was only going to attend. Show my face. Be visible in my Wonderland.”
“I don’t want to keep you, then.”
“We’ll leave the fun for others,” I say, sipping my drink. “I’m here with you now.”
“I like fun,” Lyriope cuts in, giving me a bashful look as she says it.
“It’s a type of fun I’m not sure you quite understand.”
What I really want to do is take Lyriope home so I can fuck her hard and punish her naughty ass for coming to Wonderland dressed in that little black number for all to see. My cock twitches at the thought, but I need to compose myself and save my dark intentions for later. Right now, we have a plan in place. A role to play. A war to start.
“Why would you assume I wouldn’t want to attend a private party?” She leans back in her chair with her arms crossed against her chest. I recognize her look, and I know this is the expression she gives when she’s trying to mask her nervousness. She’s trying to play the part. She’s trying to pretend her way through it.
I signal for the waitress I have stationed upstairs, to be there for my needs, to bring me another drink and also one for Lyriope. I have a feeling we both are going to need it. “These private rooms are for those who like to get dirty in front of all. I don’t think you truly know what that means.”
“I’m not so naïve to not know what a private party room means. It could be fun.”
“Says the girl who was a virgin before me,” I say as I swallow the last of my drink, anxious for our waitress to return with a new one. Something with the way that Lyriope is looking at me is making me nervous.
“I’ve come a long way,” she says with a Cheshire Cat grin. “I’ve been taught by the best.”
Lyriope is most certainly in a mood tonight. I’m not sure if I should love it or be afraid of it. Some of it is for show. It’s all a façade. I know her well enough to see this. But at the same time, I see a spark of something different. Almost like she’s starting to find herself. Maybe hanging out with Sasha has been good for her. Maybe having the Morelli name isn’t as much a curse as I expected and rather it’s helping my flower bloom. Something is different. Something has my curiosity piqued.
“It’s a sex party. The theme is the delicate balance between pain and pleasure.” My eyes are examining every perfect feature of her face. I’m looking for any clue as to what she’s really thinking, and what she really wants out of this night. To see if she’s taking the bait I’m leaving out…
“I like… pain and pleasure,” she says with a quirk of her upper lip.
The waitress quickly arrives and places our drinks in front of us and scurries away leaving us alone again.
“I’ll give you pain and pleasure tonight in the privacy of my bedroom.” I lift my drink to hers to cheers. “I can give you all the pain and pleasure you’d like.”
She crosses her arms and pouts out her lips. “I like it in Wonderland. I don’t want to ever leave. It’s the perfect fairy tale.”
“All fairy tales have an ending.”
“But I don’t want to rush to the end. I like it when you take it nice and slow,” she flirts, her face reddening as she seems to be picturing our most intimate times together. “I didn’t like how quickly you left me the other night. I was left… wanting more. Maybe we can continue tonight in the private room.”
“The private birthday party is not for the faint of heart,” I warn, noticing she isn’t drinking. I push her glass closer to her. I’m enjoying watching her practically beg for this. I like making my dirty queen have to work for it.