Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Julian’s hands stroke across my skin, digging into my ass. “I love the way this looks,” he says. “You taking all of me.”
“Fuck. Yes.” I grab at the edge of the desk, holding on as he pulls out, and slams all the way back in. Again, and again.
Fire streaks across my skin and a brief flash of pain as he spanks me. “You’re messing with my head, little dancer.” His voice is a rough growl. He thrusts into me again and spanks me again. “Watching you dance turns me on, makes me so hard I can’t do anything but fuck you.”
I’ve lost the ability to speak, the blend of feeling, pain and pleasure fizzing in my brain. “But,” he says, punctuating the word with another spank, “I want you all to myself too. I want to keep you here so no one can see you but me. So you’re all mine. And I don’t know which one I want more.”
My arousal soars at the possession in his words, and I shove my hips back instinctively, trying to take more of him. “Guess you’ll just have to keep doing both,” I say, breathless.
His chuckle is dark. “I guess so.”
Julian grabs my hands, pulling them behind my back and crossing my wrists so he can hold them both at once. I feel a rush of wetness at the ease of it all, how quickly he takes control. He spanks me again, harder this time as he starts to truly fuck me. Ripples of pleasure wash over me, and my nipples harden against the desk. Pleasure and pain. My ass is burning now, but he doesn’t stop spanking me. “Such a naughty dancer, teasing me from her cage.”
He plunges deeper, and suddenly I feel my orgasm dawning, rising quickly. “Oh god, Julian,” I say it, practically scream it. “Please.”
“More.”
“Fuck me. Make me come, make me scream, please.”
Julian releases my wrists, grabbing my hips and slamming into me. The slap of our skin together turns me on even further, and I’m moaning now because I can’t help it. The way he’s filling me up is breaking me open, unleashing pleasure that I’ve never felt before. I’m trembling with it, vibrating, exploding. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…
He strokes deep every time, pushing into me at the same time he’s pulling me toward him, fucking as hard as he can. My breath is coming in gasps, and I’m so close, so close, so close. Julian reaches down and around, fingers stroking my clit, and he whispers to me, “Come for me, little dancer.”
And damn it, I do. My orgasm breaks over me like the most perfect wave, delicious pleasure washing through me as he continues to thrust into me, drawing out my climax as he finds his own. My pussy spasms around his cock, trying to keep him close. Julian almost collapses on top of me, his body pressing me into the desk. His mouth is at my neck, breath heavy as mine. “What are you doing to me?”
I laugh, “Whatever it is, it’s not just you.”
He lifts himself off of me, cleaning up, and I pull my underwear back on and fix my dress. I feel empty without him inside me, and I’m tempted to suggest a second round, even though I know I’m due back to the dance floor any minute. Julian comes over to me, framing my face with his hands. “I like you, Libby Valentina.”
“I like you too, Julian Rivers.”
He smiles, this one brilliant and boyish. “That’s good to hear. And if you’d like, I want to take you out. Somewhere that’s not the club.”
“Really?” I gasp in mock horror, “But then where will you fuck me into oblivion?”
His eyes darken, and I risk a glance downwards to see him hardening again, and I smirk. “The club is always available for that.”
“Good to know. So when are we going on this date?”
“Soon,” he grins at me.
I roll my eyes. “Soon? That’s all I get?”
Julian leans down and kisses me, lips soft and sweet, quickly turning hungry. He pulls away like it’s the last thing in the world he wants to do. “That’s all you get, little dancer.”
“Fine. I suppose I should go back to work now.”
He smirks. “I suppose so.”
I head to the door, noticing for the first time that I left it open, and any one of the club employees who has access to this hallway could have heard us—seen us. The thought doesn’t make me as upset as I thought it would. Who knows, maybe Julian is right. Maybe I am a little bit of an exhibitionist. I look back only once, gratified to see him staring after me.
I run into Cosette as I come out of the elevator, rushing towards the back doors of the club where I’ve noticed people take their breaks. She has a pack of cigarettes in her hand. She seems less jumpy. Maybe she’s come down from the high. But smoking is another one of her warning signs. “Hey, Cos,” I say, stepping in front of her. “You okay?”