Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
The threat of a professional hockey player causing a scene big enough to draw the police because of his sister when everyone here has something to hide? No one wants that.
The monitor hesitates for another moment and then mutters a curse under his breath. "You said a curvy blonde with two pink streaks in her hair?"
"That'd be her."
"She just went into the fetish room. Get her out of here before there's a problem."
I stride that way, not giving him a chance to change his mind or call it in. The last thing I need is anyone else getting involved. I just want to find Parker and get her the fuck out of here, preferably before we end up on the front page of the paper.
Kelsey will kill me if that happens. Have I mentioned how much I don't want to teach another skating class to a bunch of little girls?
Despite the rooms being private, none of the doors lock for safety reasons. I'm able to slip inside the fetish room without a problem. As soon as I do, I almost wish I hadn't. Every private room has a different purpose. This one is a fetish paradise. There are ropes and swings and torture instruments of every sort spread around the bed. The bed itself is covered in plastic sheets—they make cleanup easier.
I know the motherfucker standing over Parker with a riding crop in his hands. Even with a black mask covering half of his face, Gordon Palmer is unmistakable. He's a Dom with a thirst for inflicting pain. He's also one of the richest men in the state.
And he's looming over Parker like he wants to eat her up. Unfortunately for him…so do I.
Jesus. She's even more beautiful than I remember.
Her blonde hair curls around her round face and plump lips, all wild and sexy. Those two pink streaks perfectly match her lipstick, giving her a rebellious edge. Her tiny white mask does nothing to dim the bluest eyes I've ever seen. They're the exact opposite of those pink streaks…as innocent and pure as they were six months ago.
Her skin glows in the dim light, and there's far too much of it on display. Her tits heave in her corset, threatening to spill out of the top. She doesn't look afraid of Gordon as she stares up at him, though. She looks…offended.
"If you even think about hitting me with that, you're going to need a new set of hands," she growls like an outraged little kitten. "Because I'm going to break both of yours."
A grin stretches across my face, my dick turning to steel in my pants. Fuck, I've missed her mouthy little ass. She's perfection. And Jonas is going to kill me when he finds out that I'm crazy about her.
Chapter Two
Parker
I should have known better than to come upstairs alone with a man who smells like thousand-dollar cologne, but here I am anyway…staring at a millionaire holding a riding crop that he wants to use on me, and I don't even know his name.
That's probably for the best, all things considered. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. I'd rather not be the cat in this situation. After everything I've seen tonight, I'm beginning to think that's a very real possibility.
When Haven, my only friend in town, told me about the existence of this place, I thought she was joking. I had to see it for myself just to see if she was telling the truth. Turns out, she wasn't kidding. The rich and famous really are up to all sorts of naughty things in their den of iniquity. It's been an…educational evening.
I'm not entirely sure how I let this man talk me into coming upstairs with him to see this room. Curiosity, I guess. I have no interest in sleeping with him, and he's absolutely not hitting me with that thing in his hands or anything else in this room. But the fetish room is fascinating.
"Don't be like that, pet," the man croons. "You may enjoy it."
Yeah, I think not. This room makes my stomach hurt…and not in a good way. What I saw downstairs evoked feelings of an entirely different sort. I liked it. The freedom, the sensuality, the pure hedonism of it all. This just makes me want to run and hide.
"I said no." I tip my chin up, proud that my voice doesn't waver even though I'm slightly freaked out. I've never even had sex. My first time won't be with this man whipping me.
Jesus, take the wheel. Actually, take his riding crop. We'll worry about the wheel later.
"Are you sure, pet? You'll never know if you like it if you don't give it a shot."
His voice wasn't nearly this annoying downstairs.
"She said no, so how about you fuck off and find someone who wants to play?"