Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“I took care of Patricia. You won’t have any problem with class.”
“Wait, how do you know my instructor?”
He doesn’t answer me. He removes his hand from my mouth and drags a single finger down the middle of my chest, to my ribcage, locking around my hip, and effectively cutting me off. He presses my body harder into the glass and I exhale a strangled breath. Whatever he plans to do with me has my belly swirling with anticipation. His fingers tangle around the hem of my hoodie, and he slowly lifts it to my ribcage, until he sees what he wants. “Good girl.”
God, why does pleasing him feel so good? I want to do it again and again until he rewards me with something. Pleasure? An orgasm? Himself? Just his body against mine is an overload of sensations exploding throughout me. But I want more. I just don’t know how to ask for it. When I’m under his spell, I’m someone else. I’m not the Jensen I know. I become this person who’s learning how to feel. Express. Endure.
On top of that, I haven’t slept in days and think I have the red lace on backwards. Or upside down. It didn’t come with instructions and my normal underwear is a bit more basic than what I stuffed myself in.
“How do you feel right now wearing this?” Damien asks, dragging his knuckles against my skin, inch by inch, until my barely covered breasts are exposed. My breath hitches and my nipples pebble at the way his eyes take me in. They darken to a point where I should be scared. If I was smart, I’d run out of here and never come back. But I don’t. His fist clenches at the material and he raises my arms, pulling the hoodie over my head. No longer anything to hide the minimal lace attire, I stand before him. The see-through lingerie does nothing to hide my breasts. I’m embarrassed that once I lose my jeans, he will be able to see I’m already aroused for him. The hoodie falls to the ground and there is no turning back.
“I feel unsure. I don’t think this stuff is made for someone like me.”
His eyes tell me otherwise. They darken even more. His smile is borderline predatorial. He may just resemble the Devil himself. “You look perfect in it. Step out of your jeans.”
I’m nervous. Excited. There’s a small bit of shame to what I’m allowing to happen. Slowly, I do as I’m told. I push my jeans down my trembling legs. My first foot is freed when I stumble, falling against him. I reach out, grabbing for his muscled thigh to hold myself in place. My hand brushes against the hardness in his pants. I take a deep breath and steady myself. I release my other foot and stand, waiting for my next instructions. What does he plan on doing to me this time? Will he use one of his toys? Will he take it a step further and fuck me? Not once has he tried to please himself or take me fully.
The thought sends a wave of insecurities through me. Why hasn’t he tried to have sex with me? Is it because I’m not what he wants? Maybe he’s not attracted to me in that way. I am too skinny. Plain. Maybe I am a freak like Sylvia calls me.
“What’s caused that look on your face, Ms. Stone?” Damien asks, bringing two hands to my hips. Suddenly, I’m spun, my front pressing against the glass. His hands trace a path along my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake until he reaches my belly. His thumbs brush dangerously close to my breasts, and I’m most certainly going to combust if he doesn’t give me the contact I desire.
Then, I remember where we are, and a burst of panic shoots through me, afraid someone will walk by and see the scene playing out before them. I try to pull away, but Damien’s hard body collides with my back, holding me in place. “Answer me.”
“I—I’m not sure why you’re doing this. With me, that is.” It’s evident he can have anyone he wants.
“I see something I want, and I take it, Ms. Stone.” He grinds into me, the cold glass brushing against my nipples, causing them to harden. He continues as if reading my mind. “No one can see you from here.”
A soft moan falls from my lips. “But you haven’t technically taken me yet,” I respond, trying to keep my voice steady. The subtle, but commanding laugh sounds in my earlobe as he leans forward, hitting me with his warm breath.
“And do you want me to take you? Would it please you if I fucked you up against this glass, knowing anyone could see? Watch you as you expose yourself, your emotions, your deepest needs, to anyone who looks? Would you like me to fuck you right here, Ms. Stone?”