Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
I cried out as he fisted my breast and stroked my G-spot.
I didn’t even know where that damn spot was until he touched it.
I almost launched off his lap from the intensity.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Bright light and stars.
Delirious pressure and promises of exploding.
I moaned.
“Merde, you have got to stop. We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this. Fuck, he’ll kill me if I lose control.” His whispers sent fire and hissing flames through blood.
Who would kill him? His captain? Other superiors?
Would they know he touched me? That this little pantomime exceeded our agreed upon script? We didn’t have to do this. Everyone was busy with other pursuits. No judging eyes. No careful watching.
We had a reprieve from acting, and yet…we threw ourselves deeper into sin.
I climbed higher.
I clenched tighter.
“I should stop. I need to stop. I shouldn’t. Fuck, I…I can’t stop. I—” His hips arched up, driving his erection against my ass at the same time his fingers withdrew, then plunged back inside me. “Fuck it. Come, Ily. Fucking come all over my goddamn hand. Do it. Do it before I change my mind.”
I soared higher.
I prickled with sweat and savage seduction.
Yes…more.
Give me more.
As if we had a telepathic bond, Henri thrust his fingers in the age-old rhythm of mating.
I followed his pace. I wound a little tighter. I reached for the precipice to fall.
My eyes shot open as I hovered in absolute rapture.
On stage, Peter continued to fuck Corine. His hands clamped on her hips, driving hard and fast into her. He fucked with temper and the same angry helplessness that lived within him.
I felt sorry for him. Turned on by him. Tortured because of him.
His head turned as if he felt me watching. His eyes searched the darkness.
His thrusts jerked as our gazes locked across the room. Me spread and about shatter on Henri’s lap. My Master’s hand plunging wickedly between my legs. And my cheeks wet with fresh tears that I didn’t remember crying.
Tears that were part purge, part ruination.
Tears that Henri hadn’t noticed…until he did.
“Goddammit, you’re crying. Don’t. Ah, fuck—”
With an animalistic roar, he tore his fingers out of me and shoved me cruelly off his lap.
I fell unceremoniously to the floor. Hard and jumbled, I cried out as every part of my body throbbed with hypersensitivity and bruising, throbbing desire.
So close.
I’d been so close.
Frustrated quakes pulsed through me.
My core hovered on the edge, desperate to tumble over but needing that final push.
I trembled with frustration, but then I blinked, and reality slammed back.
Back into a gazebo full of rutting, rancid men.
Back into hell.
Humiliation crushed me to the floor.
I pressed both hands against my belly and fought the urge to scream.
What the hell were you thinking!?
Henri groaned and stabbed his elbows onto the table. Raking both hands through his hair, he smeared my arousal through his short strands.
He didn’t speak as his entire body wracked with guilt.
Guilt for touching me.
Guilt because none of this was okay.
My heart shrivelled with shame. All I wanted to do was hide, but…I couldn’t let him hate himself.
Guilt smeared both of us.
I’d encouraged him.
I’d used him to forget, and now I’d ruined everything.
Not caring if anyone saw, I touched his thigh.
He acted as if I’d shot him.
Snapping in half, he folded over me and snatched my hair. His nose grazed mine. His lips a feather away from kissing me. “I need you to get the fuck away from me, but there’s nowhere safe to send you. I need to fuck you so fucking badly, but if I do—”
“Did I just overhear you say the word fuck?” Charles groaned, his eyes closed, enjoying his blowjob. “Go on. Do it. I want to watch. That finger-fucking you gave her looked delightful.” He winked at me. “Did you come like a good girl? Did you thank your Master for being nice to you?”
My cheeks blazed.
Henri bared his teeth.
For a second, I feared he’d slaughter the man with his dinner plate, but then he sat back, sucked in a breath, and grinned like a barbarian. “She didn’t come.” He traced one of his still damp fingers along his bottom lip. “She didn’t do anything to deserve that gift. Not yet anyway.”
My core clenched on emptiness.
My denied release twisted into a painful knot of need.
“You’re learning fast.” Charles chuckle-groaned as his jewel kept working his dick. “Orgasm denial keeps them eager.” Running his hand over his jewel’s shoulder, he added, “Take this one. He blows like a trooper and takes it up the ass like a champ. He told me he’s straight, but he likes me fucking him. Don’t you, Dane?”
Dane nodded, his lips stretched around his Master’s cock.
“He prefers me over others because I occasionally reward him with a jerk-off.” Bending sideways, Charles reached down and grabbed Dane’s bare erection.
Dane immediately reared higher on his knees, rocking his hips into his Master’s fist.