Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
I almost snort. Of course he wasn’t fooled! I should have known what I thought was a stealthy move to divert his attention from touching me would be laughably transparent to him. When am I going to learn what he’s told me about himself is the truth? He said he’s been in the lifestyle for twenty years. That’s two decades as a Dominant learning to read subtle body language in order to be everything a woman needs to hand herself over and safely submit to him.
He's literally done this long enough he could officially retire, and I thought I suddenly had cat-like reflexes that could throw him off my scent.
Ew.
Bad analogy.
As wet as I am, I do not want to think about any sort of scent I might have at this exact moment.
I have no words to give him, and by now I’m sure it’s getting awkward, me down here just breathing on his dick, yet he’s not giving me any sort of instructions. Even the last thing he said didn’t give me a clue of what he would like me to do, so it seems as if we’re still in the midst of my reward. I’m still the one driving this party bus; he had just been informing me of how I was to sit in order to please him while I was at the wheel.
But it feels like it would be super weird to sit up and go back to what I was doing before, to pick up where I left off stroking his chest and back. Like, “oh, ya know, I was just taking a quick detour to kiss your cock hello, but now I’ve returned to more innocent territory. Doesn’t everyone do that?”
Nope. I’m already down here, so there’s no turning back now. This party bus ran a few redlights and arrived at the nightclub ahead of schedule.
Fuck it. Let’s dance.
I lift up from my elbows, brace myself with my left hand on the soft leather cushion beneath us, and reach forward with my right, wrapping it around him for the first time. Surprisingly, but also not so surprisingly, the tip of my middle finger doesn’t reach the end of my thumb on the other side. I’ve read and even written about cock this thick, where the heroine’s hand couldn’t wrap all the way around it, but seeing as I’m pretty tall with hands made for playing the piano in my younger years, I never thought I would actually be one of those girls in real life.
So I guess I can check off something on my bucket list I didn’t realize should’ve been included.
He doesn’t growl again, and he doesn’t make any other sound per se, but it’s actually the absence of sound—a catch in his breathing, a split second where his exhale stutters in his chest—that lets me know I have an effect on him as well. He’s still not giving me instructions, any guidance, so I take that to mean he expects me to explore the way I want, and so that’s exactly what I do.
Chapter Nine
FELIX
Every second I spend with Sienna, the more and more she solidifies my earlier thought about her being the lead in an early-2000s rom-com. She really is the charmingly klutzy diamond-in-the-rough. But I wouldn’t even call her “rough.” We’re not talking a full-on Anne Hathaway playing Mia in The Princess Diaries makeover. Not quite a Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality. I think I pretty much nailed it with my first reference; she reminds me of Lainey from She’s All That. Not a total head transplant, but just a change of outfit, a little boost in confidence, and this girl could be my own personal porn star.
A man who wasn’t so well versed in reading people wouldn’t have picked up on the fact that the little maneuver she pulled wasn’t actually because she was so cock-hungry she lunged for my dick the first chance she got. He’d want to believe that; He’d want to feel so irresistible this pretty little thing had to have him and couldn’t stop herself from diving face-first into his lap.
But I was well aware of everything going on inside that busy mind of hers, as it all played across her body as clearly as the projector still tinting everything blue. The panic in her eyes when I tightened my grip and rose just an inch up the inside of her soft thigh. A test, of course. I never would’ve actually gone all the way up, not when she left an unmistakable barrier between me and her pussy. It might as well be a stainless steel chastity belt instead of the scrap of thin fabric it actually is, as far as I’m concerned. I won’t touch her in such an intimate place until she gives explicit consent.