Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Jay finally reached a room at the end of a hall, opened the door and disappeared through it. Taking a deep breath, I followed him, stopping as soon as I stepped inside the room. As soon as I saw what was in the room.
It wasn’t red.
There were no whips. No chains. No instruments of bondage. No bed either. Which was what I’d been expecting. A red room.
It appeared to be his home office. The walls were painted in a gray so dark it was almost black. One entire wall was covered with bookshelves, filled with hundreds of books. On another wall was a single painting of a turbulent ocean. Violent. Framed in a way that told me it was very expensive. It even had a small light above it, illuminating it. The windows to my left were floor to ceiling, boasting views of what I assumed were the ocean, but it was too dark to see.
In the middle of the room was a large desk devoid of clutter, only containing an Apple desktop. No framed photos, fancy paperweights. Nothing personal.
Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen anything personal in the entire house. No photos, mementos. Sure, there was art and decorative objects that went with the space. Books. A huge amount of books. I suspected those were the only thing that a very expensive interior decorator had not picked out for the house.
Jay was standing in the middle of the room, staring at me. He stood tall. Even though this room a had high, vaulted ceiling, he seemed to loom. The muscles of his neck taught, suit melding over his body like silk. The room was chilled, his emerald gaze zeroed in on me in a way that made me feel like I wouldn’t be able to breathe without his permission. His jaw was hard, carved from stone, lips full and inviting.
“Drop your purse.”
I blinked, but out of instinct, I did as he asked. Dropped my vintage Dior on the hardwood floor. At least it was clean.
The way Jay’s eyes stayed fixed on me, like he wasn’t even blinking, stole my breath. My skin prickled under the weight of his gaze, energy pulsating throughout my body. My stomach swirling with nerves, excitement. Anticipation.
Finally, Jay moved, lazily crossing the room until he was standing in front of me, close enough to touch. Almost.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked. “Obeying me.”
I swallowed, knees shaking. Because I didn’t trust my voice not to shake when I spoke, I nodded.
“When I ask you a question, pet, I expect an answer,” Jay said in a clipped tone.
“Yes,” I rasped.
“Yes, what?”
Shit. Was I meant to call him master? Sir? No, that felt wrong.
“Yes, I like obeying you,” I answered finally, not lowering my eyes.
Our gazes stayed locked on each other, something flowing between us. His eyes were darker now. Filled with need. He wanted me too.
“Dress,” he said. “Off. Now.”
I didn’t hesitate. My fingers went to the zipper at the back, pulling it down, and letting the fabric fall to my feet before stepping out of it.
My body shook under his gaze, the chill of the room having nothing to do with how hard my nipples were. Jay hadn’t taken a single thing off. He was still wearing his black suit, black shirt, black shoes. The only buttons undone were those at his collar, displaying the strong column of his neck.
“Touch yourself.” His tenor hadn’t changed, but there was something lyrical about the way his words moved through the air. Touched my body. I had no choice but to obey.
I hadn’t even kissed this man. Hadn’t eaten a single meal with him. Barely knew anything about him. Yet I was going to touch myself in front of him. That was something I hadn’t even done with long term boyfriends. It had always felt too awkward, forced. Like they were clumsily trying to recreate a scene from a porno.
There was nothing clumsy about Jay. Nothing amateur. Everything about him told me he was an expert in this. He had total command of himself and of me.
My hand slowly moved over my stomach, hesitating before delving into my panties. I let out a hiss of air as my fingers brushed over my clit.
“Not too fast,” Jay instructed. “You’re not to make yourself come. Tease yourself.”
My entire body quaked as I obeyed his command, every nerve ending crying out for release. The tension that had built up within me was near breaking point. I was near breaking point, about to shatter in to a thousand pieces right in front of Jay.
Despite how much I needed release, I did as I was asked. I slowed down, moving my fingers up, down, varying the pressure that I applied. Still, my breathing turned heavy, my limbs tense.
“Stop.”
The order stilled my fingers, and despite the state I was in, I obeyed. My body obeyed.