Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
It was a place to fuck.
“This isn’t your home, is it?”
“No,” she stated in my ear, behind me.
“I see.”
“It’s Madam’s.”
“Where do you live?”
She handed me my drink and took hers down in one gulp, placing the empty glass on the table. She moved to stand in front of me and leaned against the bay window. The lighting made her look like an angel.
“Don’t worry about it,” she stated, reaching up unclasping her hair. It flowed loosely down and she shook it out, making it fall right in front of her face. I knew she did it on purpose.
Hiding.
I let her have her security.
For now.
“I thought you wanted to play, Devon?”
I laughed. “Bambi, I couldn’t afford you,” I blurted without thinking. Her eyes widened with a mixture of hurt and confusion, but just like before, it was gone before it even fully appeared.
“What if I don’t want you to pay?” she offered surprised by her own words.
“Does it work like that? Kinda like a drug dealer, huh? Give the first sample for free and have me coming back for more?” I teased, trying to break the intensity of our stares.
Now it was her turn to laugh. “Something like that. So are you going to take me up on my offer?”
“What’s in it for me?”
“The time of your life.”
“Sounds tempting. Except I don’t want to fuck a VIP.”
She raised an eyebrow intrigued, but also cautious.
“I don’t want to be just another client. You can be whoever you want with everyone else… with me… you’re Brooke Stevens. My Bambi. And I’m Devon Hill.”
“What’s in it for me?” she mocked, throwing my words right back at me.
I finished my drink and placed it next to hers on the table and walked over to her. Her chest was rising and lifting with every step I took. She was turned on as much as she was petrified.
I stopped when I was mere inches away from her face, and immediately pushed all her hair aside. I could tell it made her uncomfortable, and though it was a small insignificant gesture to anyone else, to her it was huge. She let me grab the clasp from her hand and I tied her hair back; completely away from her face.
She sucked in her bottom lip from nervousness and the tension I was creating, by making her not be able to hide from me.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I praised, trying to ease her trepidation.
“What do you want, Devon? What do you want from me?” she questioned anxiously.
“I thought we were playing a game,” I said, using her words against her.
“Is that what this is? A game?” she paused. “Who’s the cat and who’s the mouse?” she grinned and I wanted to bite her bottom lip. “I do have a pussy, so…” she taunted, trying to lighten the intensity of our stares.
My hand was still in her hair. I moved it to the nook of her neck and roughly pulled it back.
“Fuck,” she inherently moaned, making my cock hard. “You may control your pussy and pleasure with other men—”
“And women,” she goaded.
“And women…” I repeated, trying not to show her how much that one sentence affected my head; not the one on my shoulders. “I know you make men and women fucking beg for it… but in my bedroom.” I moved my mouth to her ear and she shivered. “When you’re in my arms and I’m holding you, touching you, fucking you…” I groaned and I could feel her breath elevate. “You will be the one begging, Bambi. I’ll give you whatever you want… you just have to say the magic word.” I let my words linger and by the look on her face, they were causing the effect that I desired them to.
I gently pressed my lips right beneath her earlobe. “Do you understand me?” I kissed, moving my way down. “Now tell me, Bambi, what do you want? Ask nicely...” I taunted, waiting and silently praying she gave me what I so desperately needed to hear.
She tried to pull her head forward and away from my grasp, not wanting the emotions I was making her feel, I was sure. I coarsely pulled her hair back further placing her where I wanted, right up against the window. Where she couldn’t move and I could control her arousal.
Her skin was red and warm. I could see her nipples harden through her dress. She wanted to say the words, but she was too stubborn, too guarded. This was a power struggle—an exchange of some sort that I wasn’t going to lose. I kissed my way down to the side of her neck, right along the edge where I knew it drove women crazy. She closed her eyes, not wanting me to see the lust and yearning that was pouring out of them.
“My, oh my, Bambi,” I taunted, gliding my free hand up and down her thigh; each time going a little higher toward her pussy.