Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
He bent down and grabbed his pants from the floor before fishing his cell phone from his pocket. “All it takes is a call, Sadie.” He swiped across the screen. It glowed bright in the darkening room.
Panic rose in my chest, choking out any other emotion. “Please, don’t.”
He ignored me and turned the phone around so I could see his thumb poised over his father’s contact number. “All I have to do is call and tell her all about it. How I recognized you from the club. How you get off on teasing men like me. How it makes you wet when strangers tuck money into your g-string and treat you like a whore.”
My stomach dropped through the floor. He wasn’t kidding. His eyes told me as much. Cold, hard.
His other knee hit the bed, his cock smooth and rigid between his strong thighs. “Submit and I won’t. Just for a week. And then you’re free.”
My insides twisted at his words. One week would buy his silence. Just one week. That was nothing, right? One week to avoid a lifetime of grief from my mother. I held Gray’s gaze, hating him. My body, though, it didn’t hate him. Even now, my panties were drenched. He twisted me from arousal to ire like a whirligig of emotions.
I took a deep breath as his thumb encroached on the call button. “One week, and you promise you won’t tell my mother or your father?”
“I won’t tell anyone if you submit to me for a week. I promise. That’s the deal.”
His thumb hesitated over the green button.
I dropped my head and stared at the magenta stitching of the bedspread beneath me. “Fine. Deal.”
Chapter Four
Gray Elliot
She was mine now. I owned her. I wanted to loop a collar around her neck and hook a leash to it. I wanted her to dance for me. To tease me until I couldn’t stand it so I could fuck her raw. To make her pay for endless nights of her body rubbing against me, making me need more and more. Maybe later. Right now, I needed a taste of the pink that had tormented me every Friday night at the club.
“Strip.”
Her big guileless eyes stared up at me, but she didn’t move.
I stood and backed up a step. “I won’t ask nicely again, Sadie.” I would strip her and spank her ass. I would shove my cock down her throat until she choked and cried. Hell, I was going to do those things anyway.
She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She slid the straps off and dropped it to the floor. Then she stood and dropped her shorts and panties to the floor as well. She stood before me, naked and perfect. She draped an arm across her tits and tried to cross her thighs.
“No, Sadie. I want to see all of you. Lie back on the bed. Spread your arms out. And I want your legs wide.”
Those eyes tried to cajole me. I wanted to laugh. There was nothing on heaven or earth that would stop me from taking her.
She sat down and pushed back until she was in the middle of the king size bed. She took a deep breath, her tits quavering with the movement, and laid out her arms and spread her legs. I knew she could do better. I’d seen her do the fucking splits on stage. She would do them for me, too.
I crawled on top of her. Her sharp intake of breath made my cock leak precum like a son-of-a-bitch. I knelt between her thighs and pushed her knees apart. Her cunt was bare. I wanted to see the red curls I knew would be there, but she was a stripper. Waxed was part of her uniform.
She clenched her eyes shut.
I grabbed her chin. “Let’s get one thing straight, Sadie. You will look at me. I want to see your eyes. I want you to watch everything I do to you. Understand?”
“Y-yes.” Her voice was throaty. I already knew she was turned on from her swollen, glistening folds. She wanted every inch I had, and I would give it to her.
“Every time I look at your face, I want to see those baby blues.” I released her chin and sat back, still enjoying my prize.
Her tits were large, more than a palmful, with dark nipples. When they were hard, they were like large pearls. I’d wanted them in my mouth for so long. It was as if I already knew how they’d feel against my tongue. My gaze slid down her body, admiring her smaller waist, the flare of her hips, the curves of her legs. Mine. Then I went back to what I wanted more than anything. I leaned down and dropped a kiss on her smooth mons.
Her hips jerked. I looked up her delicious body. Her eyes were on me. Good. I settled down between her legs, pushing her legs out so I could open her up to me completely. I rubbed my face against her thigh, marking my territory with my five o-clock shadow. Her hands fisted at her sides.