Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Something wrong, sir?” she asks in that adorable French accent.
“Are you sure we haven’t met?”
I don’t miss the way her eyes quickly flit from mine before she answers. In my line of work, you learn to note signs of guilt.
“I don’t know how,” she says. “This is my first time here.”
I’m either going mad or about to make a big fucking mistake.
“Are you sure?” I ask her.
“Of course, sir. I’ve just come from my home in Paris. Visiting a friend. I’m told this club is one of the best in Ireland.”
“Aye.”
I open the door and lead her in. I’m dying to get her alone. We’re both here for the same reason.
The room is small and immaculate, with a camel-colored leather loveseat, and an overstuffed chair.
We don’t talk. Despite what she’s said, we both know we aren’t here for conversation.
I tug her onto the loveseat and she arranges herself easily on my lap, straddling me. My cock stiffens, pressing into her arse, and when she weaves her arms around my neck, I give into this. I need this.
She kisses my cheek and I wrap my arms around her waist.
“This is what I’ve wanted,” she whispers. “A man like you, so big and strong. Mastering me. Dominating me. Will you do that, sir?”
“Christ, yeah.” Hell, it’s why I’m here.
“Thank you, sir. I will do my best to please you, sir.”
She slides off my lap and onto her knees before me, her hands resting on my legs. She kneads my thighs, her dark eyes still holding mine.
“May I, sir?’
Christ, yes.
I swallow and nod.
“You may.”
She squirms and bites her lip, her lowered eyes and panting breaths belying her arousal.
“Thank you, sir.” She holds my gaze and unfastens my trousers, her eyes on mine, before she guides my swollen, stiff cock into her hand. She groans, bends, and licks the tip. I swear my eyes roll to the back of my head. God, I need this so bad my mouth is dry.
“Is that good?” she whispers.
I open my eyes and nod, just as she lowers her mouth to my cock.
She’s good at this. She’s fucking good, using her hands and lips, suckling and making me groan.
But as she continues, something’s off.
I like to dominate a woman sucking my cock, and if she’s a sub, she’ll like that. I bend and fist her hair. She takes her mouth off me for a moment.
“No, sir. No hair, please.”
No hair? When she’s got gorgeous locks like these?
It’s my first clue.
I move my fingers to the nape of her neck, and she continues to suckle. I look closer. The lighting’s dim in here, but I think beneath her makeup I see the faintest dots of freckles.
Wait a minute.
I freeze when I notice a sliver of flaming red hair where her forehead meets her scalp. She’s wearing a wig. The disguise is excellent.
Bloody hell.
I try not to tense. Try not to let her know the fucking gig is up.
But I know why she’s familiar.
She’s the woman I rescued.
The one who trespassed on our property, who I punished soundly and warned never to come back.
I looked all around the club for Sheena Hurston, came here tonight to find her, and she’s on her knees before me, sucking my cock.
I want to lift her up by the throat and instill the fucking fear of God in her. She doesn’t know that I know who she is, but she’s bright. If I let on that I’m angry at all, she’ll catch on.
She didn’t want a one night stand. She wants something far more insidious than that.
Two can play at this game.
I reach for the buckle of my belt beside me and yank it through the loops of my trousers. She watches me with a smile, her mouth still around my cock.
“You like to be spanked?” I ask her. I bloody well don’t care if she does, she isn’t leaving here until I whip her pretty ass red.
She grins. I wonder if it’s part of the act, or if she really does like to be dominated. If she didn’t, would she be here? In any event, she won’t like the kind of spanking I’m about to give her.
I’m about to take control of this in a way she won’t like at all.
“Touch yourself,” I order.
With a moan, she sucks my cock and reaches her hand to her pussy. I fist the buckle and wrap my belt around my hand, leaving a little tail. I bend over, then slap the leather on her arse. Just a gentle stroke to excite her, even though I want to whip her to tears.
She flinches then moans, squirming, stroking herself. I intentionally give her light, sensual lashes with the belt, enough to stoke a kinky girl’s arousal.
“Just like that,” I tell her. “That’s a girl.”
She smiles around my cock, flinching a bit when I let the belt fall again.