Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
A light hand rested on my arm, her nails painted blood-red. “Hello, Calloway.”
I looked into the face of a beautiful woman I’d never seen before. Judging from her skintight black corset and dark jeans, she was looking for a Dom to beat her into submission for the night. “Call me Cal. Pleasure to meet you.” I patted my hand on hers before I pulled away, not wanting to be touched.
She didn’t make another move. “I would love to call you Master for the night, if you’ll have me.”
I swirled my glass before I took a drink. I swallowed the amber liquid hard and felt it burn all the way down my throat. It baffled me that beautiful women wanted me to dominate them, begged me to do it, but Rome wouldn’t even give me a chance. I could change her life, but she wouldn’t give me the trust I deserved.
No matter how much I resented her, I wasn’t ready to fuck someone yet. I would think about her the entire time, and the connection with this woman would feel forced and unsatisfactory. “Maybe some other time.”
She pouted her lips, her lipstick just as red as her nails. “My girlfriend will be disappointed.”
I turned back to her, an eyebrow raised.
She glanced over her shoulder to another beautiful woman, a brunette with humongous tits that actually looked real. She held up her hand and gave me a seductive wave with her fingertips.
The woman standing next to me continued on. “That’s Amanda. I’m Ribbon.”
“Ribbon?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Or whatever you want to call me. So how about the three of us?”
I had to admit, I was intrigued. I could command one to whip the other. I could control both of them, have them do things with my authority alone. I could have Ribbon spank Amanda until she screamed. Then I could make her eat her pussy. It sounded perfect because I wouldn’t get my hands dirty. “Let’s go.”
I sat in the back of the car at the curb of Christopher’s apartment. I hadn’t left the back seat and walked upstairs just yet, choosing to waste time by stalling. It was unusual for me to feel nervous, but I felt uneasy about seeing Rome.
Because I missed her so fucking much.
I would hold her waist and pretend to be her date for the evening, but I would be back here dropping her off again. I was just torturing myself—torturing her. I had been a Dom for the evening, commanding two women to carry out whatever command I issued. They touched each other, kissed each other, spanked each other—but I still wanted Rome.
I wished Hank hadn’t fucked her up so much.
When I’d wasted enough time, I finally went to her apartment and knocked.
Christopher answered the door in jeans and a red t-shirt. He obviously had no intention of going out tonight. “Hey.” He stepped away so I could walk inside. “Rome, he’s here,” he called down the hall.
“I’m coming.” Rome appeared a moment later, wearing a backless dress with five-inch heels. Two thin straps crisscrossed over the top part of her back, but the rest was bare to the top of her ass. It was short, stopping a few inches above the knee. And it was skintight, highlighting every curve she possessed under the thin fabric.
So. Fucking. Hard.
Shit, I wanted to come in my slacks right then and there.
What the fuck was she doing to me?
Was this intentional?
She held her clutch under her arm, champagne pink and subtle. Her hair was pulled back in a gentle updo, some of her strands coming loose and falling around her face. I loved her long hair and running my fingers through it, but I also loved it when she showed off her face like that. She was far too beautiful to hide her attributes.
I wasn’t going to last the night without kissing her.
No fucking way.
I looked her up and down and felt my mouth go dry. I didn’t even care that Christopher was standing there and I was eye-fucking his sister. As far as I was concerned, she was mine. This woman would always be mine.
I tried to think of something to say that was appropriate for the occasion. Christopher’s presence had no impact on my words; only the state of our relationship did. “You look beautiful.” It was a very tame compliment. In fact, it wasn’t even honest. I certainly thought she was more than just beautiful.
She was absolutely perfect.
“Thank you. You look handsome…but you always look handsome.”
This was dangerous territory, complimenting one another like this. But I didn’t have the strength to downplay my feelings, and she obviously didn’t either. “Ready?”
She nodded. “I’ll see you later, Christopher.”
“Night.” Christopher walked into the living room, finally giving us some privacy.
Rome and I left and got into the back seat of the car. I quickly adjusted myself without caring if she noticed. My hard cock was painfully uncomfortable against the zipper in my pants. My cock wanted to break free and bury himself inside that warm pussy I missed so much.