Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Kyla glances back at me, her mellow brown eyes alive with excitement and maybe a tinge of fear. It’s funny how those two emotions can run hand in hand, taking us into dark places that we might never have dared to experience.
“Come,” I say, leading her to the edge of the balcony. There’s a low table that we place our drinks on, and then she stares out at the club, watching the dancers below. Her legs are pressed tightly together, but not for long.
Moving her hair over her shoulder, I duck to press soft kisses along the back of her elegant neck. My fingers trace the thin strap of her dress, moving it toward her shoulder in tiny increments. For the first few moments, Kyla seems resistant. Her shoulders are bunched, and her arms are clutched tightly against her chest. But the more I kiss and caress, the more she seems to relax. “Do you trust me?” I whisper as my thumb strokes lazy circles on her back.
“Yes,” she says, turning to look me dead in the eye.
Do I deserve Kyla’s trust?
Of course. I’d never do anything to hurt her. Tonight is about to bring excitement to her life and show her a different way of finding pleasure. Her trust is something that is important to me but knowing I have it makes this moment with her even more special.
She keeps her eyes locked with mine as I push the strap of her dress slowly down her arm. When the fabric moves over her breast, it gets caught for a second at the point of her nipple, but a little more pressure and it drops.
I can’t see what Kyla looks like because I’m behind her, and her body is still twisted toward the club, but me seeing is not what this is about.
This is about knowing that other people are watching. This is about Kyla trusting me to expose her and knowing that she’s excited about it too.
I allow my thumb to teasingly brush the side of her breast, watching her pupils dilate with arousal. Even in the low light, I can see her cheeks are stained red and her self-consciousness sends a wave of warmth through me. I stroke closer and closer to her nipple until I brush the pointed tip with the gentlest of pressures, and Kyla’s knees almost give way.
“You know people are watching us,” I say. “They’re looking at your beautiful body, and they’re jealous as fuck that I’m the one getting to touch you.”
Kyla’s lip’s part, but she doesn’t say anything. Her expression is glazed as though the sensory overload has shorted out her ability to communicate.
“Open your legs,” I tell her, glancing down at the dancefloor beneath us. There are three faces upturned, waiting for a chance to see under Kyla’s short skirt. “And look out there. Find someone who’s watching and let them know you see them.”
“Fuck,” she mutters, her hands bracing against the balustrade, knuckles white with the effort to keep herself together. She’s trembling, her arms breaking out in gooseflesh and her chest hitching with hastily drawn breaths. Balanced on her high heels, she slowly spreads her legs until her feet are about a foot and a half apart. Very gently, I move my feet until one is pressed to the inside of Kyla’s ankle. I want her to feel it there and know that I’m the one responsible for baring her pussy to the strangers downstairs. I’m the one who’s making this experience happen.
“Have you found someone?” I whisper, letting my lips brush the shell of her ear.
“Yes,” she says.
“Man or woman?”
“It’s a man.”
“Good. Keep looking at him. Let him watch me touch you.”
A shiver runs through Kyla’s body, and in my pants, I’m as hard as granite, knowing that it’s time.
I’m about to touch Kyla in between her legs and find out just how wet I’ve made her.
And then I’ll show her just what it means to let go.
16
KYLA
I don't know who I am anymore.
This woman, who's standing on a glass balcony with her breast exposed and a man pressed to her back, is a stranger to me.
The man watching from the other side of the club has a smile on his face that can only be described as filthy. He’s good looking which only adds to the experience. I'm pretty sure that he's banking these images for later when he's alone with his dick in his hand.
The idea is oddly arousing.
I don't think I've ever been someone's spank-bank fantasy before. At least, I don't think I have.
And I don't think I can deal with any more arousal. As I spread my legs at Kase's order, the wetness between them cools in the airconditioned atmosphere. There is no doubt about the mess I've made of myself, and in a second, Kase is going to discover my shame.