Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Knock, knock.
I stand outside room 612 at the Rosewood, smiling to myself. I'm wearing one of his black trench coats. Beneath it, I'm wearing leather bondage lingerie, as well as thigh-high, black lace-up boots.
I can be as dirty as he wants me to be.
He’s bringing out a side of my personality I didn’t know existed. I’m craving this submissive sexuality.
When we are at home and he sneaks into my bed, we make gentle, silent love. We whisper the words I love you to each other all night long. But when we stay in hotels we fuck like animals, and I am completely addicted. I’m addicted to the hit. I love the contrast of hard and soft.
Of loving and fucking.
Of Mr. Masters and Julian.
Julian loves me.
Mr. Masters loves to fuck me…. hard.
He opens the door to me, already undressed, wearing nothing but a robe. He has a glass of scotch in his hand and I know he will already have an erection beneath his robe. A thrill runs through me, a sick thrill, because I know what we are re-enacting here: his time in the brothels. And the only sick thing about it is that I fucking love it.
I love being his whore.
“Hello, Mr. Masters,” I whisper.
His eyes flame with arousal. “Hello, Miss Brielle.” His voice becomes deeper when he’s aroused. I can tell the difference between his personalities now.
Mr. Masters has a deep, commanding tone. Julian has either a playful or sad tone, depending on his mood.
He takes my hand and lifts it to his mouth, kissing it softly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
He leads me into the room and I glance over and see a bottle of baby oil on the bedside table. I swallow the lump in my throat and try to ignore the nerves dancing in my stomach.
He pours me a scotch. “Drink this.” He leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “You’ll need it.”
My heart races and I sip the rocket fuel. It brings memories of our nightcaps together. They seem like a lifetime ago now.
I down the glass in three gulps, and he smiles darkly. “Atta girl,” he whispers.
I hold the glass out. “I’d like another.”
He smirks and refills my glass slowly. Once full, I sip it, ignoring the way my hand shakes.
I’m so nervous, I have no idea what he has in store for me, but the baby oil tells me it’s something we’ve never done before.
“Undress,” he orders coldly, slipping smoothly into his role play.
I down the rest of my second scotch, and I take my jacket off, throwing it on the chair.
He smiles darkly and his hungry eyes drop down my body. I'm wearing a lace-up black leather corset that pushes my breasts to the moon, along with tiny leather panties. He walks around me like the hunter circling his prey. He slides his robe over his shoulders, and my breath catches.
He's naked and hard. Muscles ripple in his abdomen, and he has a ‘V' of perfect definition that drops to his groin. His large cock hangs heavily between his legs. I can see every vein on its engorged head. Pre-ejaculate drips from the end and he hasn't even touched me yet.
My body begins to tingle, from my arousal and from the scotch, but mainly because of him.
He walks over to his suitcase and takes out a black leather whip. My eyes immediately widen.
Fuck.
“I’m going to hit you three times.” His dark eyes hold mine. “And then I’m going to fuck your ass.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yes, sir.” I look around the room. “Can I have another scotch, please?”
He smirks at the sound of my consent, and he nods before pouring me another drink. When he comes back to me he kisses me softly, as if he’s already apologising in advance for what I’m about to endure. His lips linger over mine and our foreheads touch.
“You know that I love you,” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” I mumble, my heart racing wildly. I really don’t know if I can do this.
But I want to… for him.
I want to be everything for him.
I tip my head back and drain the glass of scotch, and all at once he grabs me by the hair to kiss me. He’s all suction and domination as his tongue sweeps through my mouth and he holds my head the way he wants it.
“On your back, baby.”
His finger slides underneath my leather panties and through my sex where grabs me aggressively. “I want to suck on your beautiful, creamy cunt.” My sex tightens, wanting him… needing him.
Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking hot.
I lie down on the bed and he slowly rolls my leather panties down my legs. He slides his fingers through my sex and pulls me open for him to study.
I hold my breath.