Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“And can you imagine yourself in her place? Can you imagine my cock filling you up while I press you against the glass, the whole club watching me fuck you?” Cole punctuates his words with his fingers, and my body responds. I think about him filling me up the way he did before, I think about being trapped against the glass, nothing holding me up but his cock. Yes.
He slides another finger inside me, and I moan. I keep the image in my mind going, adding in the club, the people watching, the music, and I freeze. Everything goes from hot to cold, and I know it’s not right. “No,” I say.
Cole stops. “No what?”
“No people,” I say, my face flaming at the thought of someone watching me have sex. Real, sickening anxiety invades my stomach at the thought. “I don’t mind watching, but I don’t want people to see me.” I push the last words out, nervous that he’s going to change his mind suddenly. That now that I’m saying no to something, he won’t be interested in exploring the rest of the club with me. He won’t be interested in me.
But he doesn’t do that. He just takes me in and smiles a little. “Fair enough. It’s not for everyone.”
My body relaxes, and he starts to tease me again, more softly than before. “What about the possibility of someone watching? Sometimes people like the thrill of being caught, but not having a direct audience.”
I nod. “That’s fine.”
“I’ll just have to find something different to do with you,” Cole says, pressing his lips against my neck at the same time he presses on my clit. The result is that it feels like he’s kissing me there, just like he wanted. He chuckles against my skin. “So many possibilities.”
“Like what?” My voice is breathless and I close my eyes, trying to block out everything else but his fingers.
“I have an idea. You tell me if you like it.”
“Okay.”
He pushes his fingers in deep, putting pressure on my clit from inside, and I gasp. “I want to take you upstairs to the Victorian room,” he says softly. “Then I’ll strip you naked. There’s a giant bed in that room—I know you’ve seen it. I want to tie you down so you can’t move and fuck you till you scream. I’ll be able to take you as many times as I want and you won’t be able to stop me.” My pussy clamps down on his fingers so hard I’m surprised they don’t break, and he laughs. “I thought you might like that idea.”
“Who says I like it?”
“Your pussy,” he whispers as he thrusts into me harder to make his point, and white fire explodes behind my eyes.
I bite my lips to keep my moan from escaping. “How did you know? How can you know that’s what I like? We barely know each other.”
“I know a little bit about you,” he says. “I know you live alone and are single, and that you’re trying to make your way on your own.”
Turning to face him more fully, I raise an eyebrow. “You looked me up?”
“I may have,” he says.
“I’ll remind myself to Google you when I get home.”
Cole adds a third finger and I groan, feeling suddenly full and stretched. “My point was simply this: You liked playing a slave to a king. Your body responds when I talk about tying you down. Many people, women especially, have fantasies like that. Not because they want to be a slave or tied up, but because it means you’ll be able to let go. You won’t have to make the decisions for a little while and someone else will take care of you.”
His words strike home like they’re resounding in my gut and in my skull. It’s true. When we were playing, I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to worry, and it was perfect. How strange. And as if he’s reading my thoughts, Cole presses a kiss just below my ear. “It’s not weird.”
“It is. A little.”
“Even if it is,” he says, flexing his fingers against my G-spot, “I promise that once I show you how good it can be that you won’t care.”
“So you’re into that? Tying people up?”
He grins, stopping his teasing and starting to thrust into me in earnest. All the thoughts I was trying to process fly right out of my head with the way he’s rocking into me, hitting exactly where I need him. “I’m into many things. Variety is the spice of life, you know.”
“I think I did know that,” I say, my fingers digging into his shoulder and the couch as he continues fucking me with his hand. “What’s your favorite color?”
“What?”
A groan escapes me, and I know that he’s going to make me come right here on this couch, but I need to know something about him. Anything. It takes me a second to realize that I said it out loud. “Blue,” he says, “but not any blue. Blue so dark it’s almost black, like the color of the night sky in summer.”