Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I know at the end of this, I’ll have Killian and Spencer again, but I actually enjoy the quiet and the time to let myself think.
This has been such a whirlwind. I find letting my mind wander and stop worrying so freeing.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Julia, we’re nearing the airstrip. Please change, then come out and let Romee strap you back in.” Killian’s commanding voice penetrates the thin door.
A shiver runs up my spine. I’m tempted to put my mountain resort clothes back on just to see what he would do if I came back out in something he didn’t find suitable, but I decide against it. I want to make him smile again.
There is a closet in the room at the back of the plane. I open it. Everything inside is black, deep red, and midnight blue.
Most of the clothes are just a series of leather straps, with vinyl and bits of lace. I find the most conservative piece in the closet.
It’s a dark red wrap dress with a laced back and no bra. The only pair of panties that aren’t as complicated as Xane’s knots is a Bracli pearl thong.
I take a deep breath and slide the lacy panties on, the pearls teasing at my clit and between my pussy lips. I wonder for a moment if it really is better than wearing nothing.
Back in the main cabin, one of the girls leads me back to my seat across from Killian at the table. Romee, I guess, fastens my seat belt again.
Sitting in the pearl thong is a whole different experience. I shift in my seat when Romee heads back to the crew cabin.
“Ah, you decided to wear the Bracli. Good decision. I think we will walk part of the way to the resort. It will be much more...interesting.” Killian’s dangerous smile is back.
Spencer chuckles. I squirm in my seat again; I wish I had forgone the panties entirely now.
We land and deplane. It’s two in the morning in Amsterdam. The city glows, the lights glinting off the canals. A car meets us, and the three of us climb in.
“Now, Julia, you must promise not to use this for work,” Killian says, handing me back my phone. “I’m only giving it back to you because I want to see how you do with temptation. There will be consequences if you give in. Do you understand?”
I nod. I’m happy to have my phone back.
Days out of contact with my office and eleven hours of solitude. I am ready to be connected again. I just need the right opportunity to sneak a peek without Killian or Spencer noticing.
The car drops us at the edge of the red light district. The neon lights glare into the canal; in every window, there is a beautiful girl. The girls stop their dancing and posing and stare at Killian and Spencer as we walk past, but my escorts don’t even look back.
Each has a hand on the small of my back. Spencer’s hand drifts down and runs across the string of pearls, sliding between my ass cheeks.
“Daring move, Sweets. Can’t wait to see you in just those panties when we get to Killian’s club. You are going to be quite the hit,” Spencer whispers in my ear.
The strand of pearls is driving me crazy with each step, running along my wet lips and my pulsing clit. Every time I try to form a thought, a new jolt of pleasure shocks my cunt.
Killian’s phone goes off. We pause at a small intersection while he takes the call. I walk away, making an excuse about wanting to see the fashion display in the window we just passed.
When the guys aren’t looking, I pull out my phone. I just want to check my email real quick.
No harm in checking, right? I won’t even reply. Unless something is really urgent, of course.
I have the roaming wireless internet just set up when a pale, well-manicured hand reaches over my shoulder.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What did I say about working?” Killian’s voice has a commanding edge to it.
“Shoulda listened, Sweets. Killian can be very serious,” Spencer drawls. There is an amused edge to his voice.
I hand my phone back to Killian, hanging my head with a sullen look. “Take it back, then. I was just checking…I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“Oh, no. You gave in to temptation. In return, I think Spencer and I should give in to the temptation of that dress and those panties we know are dripping. I think you deserve a spanking. What do you think, Julia?”
I flush. I know that the main part of Killian’s resort is a sort of sex club. The idea of a spanking in front of the club guests when we get there sends a thrill up my spine.
“In our room or in the club?” I ask.