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)
Her mouth opens, then shuts. Opens once again. She’s going to get a mouthful if she doesn’t stop tempting me.
“Not really sure. Is this where I get down on my knees and…what? Like, submit to you?”
My smile breaks through, but to her, I’m sure it looks more predatory than humorous. “Do you want to submit to me?”
Her eyes light up, the fire back in them, just like our first encounter. “I don’t wanna do anything, Satan’s spawn. But you have me kinda by the lady balls since I need something you have.” Her mouth sends my mind to the dirtiest place. Just the word “balls” has mine tightening. Fighting the urge to flip her onto my desk and fuck her so hard, she bruises just from the way my balls slap against her ass, I take a steady breath and lower my thumb down the center of her neck. I tell myself not to press down. She’s not ready for that. I keep it gentle, making it just above her breastbone, then pull away.
“That I do. So, let’s get started.” I turn abruptly, startling her. I head to the door, open it, and step aside. “Shall we?”
She’s unsure what to do. Following me means trusting me. And she doesn’t. My cool demeanor starts to fade fast. She may be entertaining, but my patience is thinning. “Now, Jensen.”
She jumps at her name, snapping out of her daze, then exits my office, and I follow behind her, complimenting myself on the choice of dress. Her skin is exactly how I pictured it would be through those ratty clothes she wears. Pale, porcelain-like. The dip in her spine is so seductive, I bet she doesn’t even realize the power she has with her body. I admit I may have mistaken her with my initial impression. Her body may be missing my normal preferences, but her other attributes more than make up for them.
“Where are we going?” Her voice breaks into my thoughts. I take a large step, now next to her, my hand landing on her lower back.
“A little show and tell,” I reply, the possibilities of my statement endless. Her mind is racing with what that could mean. We walk to the elevator. We’re quiet when we hit the basement floor. When the doors open, the sounds of the music break the silence, and I escort her out and through another private door. This one is fingerprint activated. Only a few of my staff have access to the private hallway. It gives entrance to view inside each and every room. We respect the privacy of our members, but there comes a time when it’s important to make sure no major rules are being broken.
We walk a bit more in silence until I stop. Taking a step to my right, I reach over her, my arm brushing against her breasts, and unlatch a small hatch in the wall. “I want you to look inside.”
She stalls briefly, but does as she’s told, placing her face up to the transparent mirror—
“Whoa!” She throws her head back. “There are people in there… They’re…naked!”
“They are. Keep looking. What else do you see?” She turns to me, confused. I nudge my head, silently instructing her to look again. She keeps her eyes on me another second longer and hesitantly turns back to the door.
“They’re…Jesus…”
“Describe to me what you see, Jensen,” I push her.
“Um…the man…he has the woman tied up.” She stops to swallow, struggling to gulp down the extra saliva building in her mouth. “She has something on her legs, keeping them apart.”
“Do you think she likes it?” I take a step closer, and the heat of my body hits her bare back.
“I’m not sure. I think so. Her eyes are half open. She looks…like she could be in pain, but also not.”
I know exactly what she’s looking at. The man has her legs locked in a spreader. I can guess set to wide. The woman feels dominated while the man feels the power of control. She is useless with her arms and legs bound.
“What else?”
“She…” She pauses to catch her breath. Her body temperature has risen. Each breath she takes is shortened. “He’s putting his fingers inside her.”
I don’t need to see to know every time the man enters the woman. With each thrust, Jensen trembles, as if she feels everything the woman feels. “How do you think she feels?”
“I think she enjoys it,” she whispers, no longer pulling away from the sight, entranced by how submissive the woman is. The sound of her orgasming on the man’s fingers has her breathing in small pants. I lean forward, brushing my chest against her back as I shut the window.
“Moving on,” I say, pulling back. I place my hand on her lower back once again, escorting her to window number two. Like before, I unlatch the small door and instruct her to look inside.