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)
His response is immediate, and I relax.
Of course. Whenever you’re ready, you let me know. I’ll see you tonight.
By now I should know that Cole would be the last person to pressure me into something I’m not ready for. All this time he’s been helping me explore, and if I say no to something, he doesn’t push, doesn’t press. If it’s a hard no, then that’s the end of it.
See you tonight.
When will I be ready? I need some kind of signal because I’m not used to any of this.
“I want to try something different tonight,” Cole says, appearing next to me as I punch out.
I jump. “Geeze. How do you do that?”
“Do what?” He’s smiling innocently, but he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Sneaking up on me like that. It’s like you’re a ghost or ninja.”
“I prefer ninja,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me towards the VIP elevator. “Ghosts can’t touch anything.”
“Oh?” The elevator doors close behind us. “There’s something you plan on touching?”
“You could say that. We’re going to the Yellow Room.”
We’re passing through the circular hallway, stopping when we come to the portion filled with yellow light. “What’s in here?” He scans the door open, and I see for myself. Just like the blue room, most of this room is made of glass. Though this one opens up to the dance floor on the main level below, allowing the pounding music to flow in. Unlike the blue room, there’s a cage in this room. It’s just like the dancers’ cages down on the main floor.
Cole steps behind me, wraps his arms around me. His mouth is at my ear. “Will you dance for me?”
I look at the cage, perched in the open space, overlooking the club below. We’re high enough up that I don’t think anyone would be able to see me from below. Anyone in the other VIP rooms though, they’d have a perfect view. Which is exactly what he wants. Cole knows that people will be able to see me and know that I’m dancing for someone else. He wants them to be jealous. A shudder of heat goes through me at the idea of being so…wanted. “Yes,” I say in answer. He knows that I don’t want an audience, but I told him that the chance of people watching didn’t bother me. And now, I know that it turns me on.
He doesn’t reply with words, instead I feel his lips at my neck, warming my skin, and I feel his hands at my waist undoing the buttons on my pants. He undresses me, piece by piece, leaving a trail of clothing behind as he walks me to the cage. He caresses my skin as it’s revealed: shoulders, ass, back. Each touch making me more aware of him and how he sees every little part of me. How his eyes are going to devour me once I’m in that cage. “I’m not a very good dancer,” I say, breathless under the attention he’s giving me.
“Dancing is very much like sex,” he says, bending and licking my nipple, “and having fucked you, I know that’s not true. You’ve got to be an amazing dancer.”
I blush as his mouth continues its path across my skin, moving to my other breast and back up to my collarbone. With a final tug, my panties drop to the floor and I’m completely naked in front of him. My back is against the bars of the cage, cool metal making me shiver as he presses his completely clothed body into me. Even so, I can feel how hard he is. “It’s not fair how many layers you have on,” I tell him.
Cole smirks and bends to kiss me. His lips touch mine, and I swear that I’m on fire from the heat. Our tongues dance with each other and he steals my breath, plunging deep inside my mouth the way I want him to be deep in other places. And then he pulls away all too soon. “I never said I would play fair.”
We stare at each other. I’m challenging him, and he’s waiting for me to back down. The heat in his eyes burns through me the same way it did on the night we met—unstoppable and unyielding. Wetness floods my pussy, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it starts to run down my legs.
“In you go,” he says softly.
I step into the cage, looking down through the glass floor to the club below, watching the sea of moving bodies. I thought I might feel some kind of vertigo or fear of heights stepping onto the clear surface, but I can tell that it’s rock solid. I’m not going anywhere. The door to the cage closes, and I hear a little click. I turn to see Cole closing a tiny padlock on the outside. “What are you doing?”