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," he moans, his hand gripping my hair. "Baby."
Then his cock is swelling, and his body is seizing and I'm lost in the power of his orgasm and the powerlessness of the darkness surrounding me.
I expect Noah to get up quickly, untie me, and send me on my way, but he doesn't. He stays settled between my legs, playing with my breast lazily, pushing my blindfold away from my eyes so he can smile down at me. I blink a few times, even the low light of the lamp too much. "There she is," he breathes in a way that sounds relieved.
Did he worry that I wouldn't enjoy his kink? Was he scared that I'd be upset?
The way he grazes my cheek with his smiling lips makes me smile too. "Did you like my banana?" he asks, and we laugh again, wracking our bodies so much that he slides from inside me.
"I LOVED your banana." Stroking my hand over the side of his face makes his eyelids droop with pleasure. Exhaling long and low, he reaches out to untie my arm and then attends to my ankles. When I'm free, I flex my joints, grateful to have movement.
Noah, kneels up, watching me, uncertainty clouding his eyes.
What should I do now? Go? Stay? This feels awkward.
My eyes drift to the door, but before I can say anything, Noah grabs the remote from the nightstand next to my head. "Wanna watch some TV?" he asks. "I can make us another cocktail?"
"Make me a hot chocolate, and you've got yourself a deal," I say.
So that's what he does.
For the next two hours, we watch stand-up comedy specials, laughing at jokes that are so close to the bone they almost hurt. My hot chocolate is served with whipped cream and sprinkles, and Noah tucks me beneath the covers like a burrito.
When it's close to midnight, I know I have to make my excuses to leave. Sleeping over isn't part of the game, and I want to exit on a high. "I'm going to turn into a pumpkin," I say. "Time to brave the night and head home." There's a definite drop to Noah's face that looks like disappointment, but I can't be sure. Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy and constantly noticing things that aren't really there.
"I'll take you home," he says, but before he gets the chance to pull on his clothes, I've ordered a cab.
At the door, we gaze at each other like we're meeting for the first time. He has a sparkle in his eyes that I recognize from the first time we met. His fingers lace with mine, and he brings my hand to his lips. The cab rumbles its arrival outside as Noah releases my hand. "Your carriage awaits, Cinderella," he says.
"I'm not leaving a shoe," I smile. "These are my favorites."
Noah grimaces with disappointment, then his expression brightens. "You forget, Kyla, that I know exactly where to find you tomorrow."
I smile, hiding the sinking feeling in my stomach. As I make my way to the sidewalk, I try to shake the disappointment, knowing that the Kyla he'll find tomorrow is a work colleague and nothing else. Our fairytale night is over.
Tomorrow, I won't be Noah's princess anymore.
29
DEX
Part of me can't believe I've had to wait so long for my turn in a game that was my idea. The other part of me is happy that Kyla's gotten so far and is still happily participating. It's not so much that I doubted that my brother and friends would be able to keep her happy. It's more that I was expecting it to be too much for her. And now it hasn't been…now others, who have kinks as challenging as mine, have gone first, I'm not so worried that my date is going to be the one that will make Kyla balk.
Most importantly, now she's happily had sex with my brother, my date won't seem like such a big deal.
After she has picked my date out of the bowl, she finds me uploading pictures onto m tablet. "You're up, champ," she says, waving it with a smile.
"Seriously. I thought I was going to be last," I say.
Kyla frowns, lowering her hand. "You are the last. Nash didn't have a date in the bowl."
"He did," I say, cocking my head to one side. "I saw him put it in the bowl."
"Well, it's not there now. I thought you guys might have been comparing notes, and he decided he wasn't up for his part in the game."
"Are you crazy?" I say. "You think the guys in here are just in this to satisfy you? I can tell you one hundred percent that we are all happily and very selfishly taking part."
"Then why's he taken his date out of the bowl," she asks.
"I am not sure!" As far as I'm concerned, he'd have to be crazy to let a chance like this go. I'm sure there's more to this than meets the eye. "Anyway, you don't need to worry about that today. Today you let me take care of you."