Overtime Read Online Book by Dark Angel

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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The house is breathtaking, even by my standards. It's an old historic mansion, and yet it's held up nicely and is unencumbered by neighbors.

Chase is leading Nicole by the small of her back through the various hallways and rooms. There is Brazilian rosewood, marble floors, and rich textures everywhere.

He's designed this house to stand the test of time. It'll never go out of style. The sheer number of antiques in here are worth a damn fortune.

Nicole, for her part, seems impressed. She's taking a keen interest in all the old architecture.

"This stone was imported from Italy," Chase is telling her. "I made sure to include a nice mix of ancient and modern."

"I can tell," she says. "This house is like none other that I've ever seen. You must really like it out here, Chase, away from the city."

I wonder if Nicole herself could stand living so far from the action. I get the feeling she really likes her small studio within the heart of downtown.

But who would be disenchanted by this? I've spent many nights at this estate just shooting the shit with Chase and Cameron.

Chase leads her to the door that we've all been waiting for.

Cameron and I exchange a look, and then Chase says, "Nicole, I'm about to take you somewhere special, a room that very few people have seen. It might take you by surprise—or it might not. We're just getting to know your tastes, but this will surely show you ours."

At this moment, I'm wondering what she's expecting. Does she have any idea that behind these doors lie all manner of sexual equipment?

There are paddles and feathers, blindfolds and restraints, cuffs and chokers, rope and handcuffs, and anything else you can imagine.

Chase has it all set up for easy access. Black damask wallpaper lines every wall, casting sexy shadows all over the place. Candles provide the only lighting, and there is a huge bed that can fit all of us.

Black velvet curtains fall at varying places, creating nooks and crannies where devious things can be done. It's a seductive room meant to hypnotize, and it's certainly doing that now because Nicole has hardly moved a muscle.

Her eyes glaze over with a mix of awe, fear, and trepidation.

It's the perfect combination. We want her on edge.

We want her to feel the foreboding disquiet that comes with being dominated. I want her trembling, quivering, and having misgivings. That way I can torment her into surrender.

I never want her to feel totally at ease with me, but always as though she's on the edge of some spectacular realm of pleasure that can only be had by giving herself away to me.

"Do you want to step inside?" I calmly ask her.

She barely looks at me, but instead is hovering in the doorway, taking in the site of all the equipment that might be used on her. It's perfect, because I offered her a loaded question, and how she responds will mean everything.

Cameron's standing inside already. Chase and I are next to her, waiting for her answer. I watch her intently, wanting to see even the slightest glimmer of excitement and attachment to this idea.

She boldly steps inside, and we have our answer.

Nicole

I tentatively walk into the room that's shrouded in all black. Candles provide dim lighting, enough to see all the accessories they plan to use on me.

When I signed with the company, I never imagined this.

This is too much.

This frightens me.

And this is a position I've never been in before.

I wonder if they can sense my apprehension. It's like they want me to feel this way.

Cameron takes my hand and leads me into the room that can only be described as a sex room. Only men with money to spare can afford to outfit a room such as this. Everything is opulent, extravagant, and mysterious.

I allow Cameron to walk me inside. He lets me touch all the different devices that can only mean two things: pain and pleasure.

I feel like I'm in over my head. I feel like I thought I could handle this with three incredibly powerful men, but right now I'm realizing their appetites are vast.

No wonder they go through women so quickly. Who could keep up with this? Who could submit to this?

It almost looks like a torture chamber—and yet something about that turns me on.

"I'm confused, Chase," I say. "You really want me in here like this? This is what it means to be your submissive?"

"None of this is meant to harm you," he says.

Something about his tone reassures me. Again, Chase seems like a genuine person, someone I can really trust.

Well, I'm not there yet, but I'm getting there. I'm starting to trust these guys.

But the sight of this room has me thinking things are moving a little too fast.

"What is this?" I ask, holding up a silver device that almost looks medical in nature.


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