Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“You wait for the food; I’m getting a smoke, all right?” he said to me.
I nodded. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, making me tingle all over, and then left the building.
A waiter had appeared with Styrofoam containers and was transferring food from my and Dare’s plates to them. I put my new coat on and lifted my purse and then got to my feet. “It was really nice to meet all of you. The food was excellent, Eddy.”
They were all smiling at me.
“Hope to see you again,” Tessa said.
“Me, too,” I returned.
The waiter handed me a twine-handled paper bag with the leftovers , and I waved to everyone as another waiter offered me a mint from the big bowl of mints on the bar as I passed so I popped it into my mouth as I left the building.
Dare was leaning against the hood of his car smoking and watching me as I came outside. His face held something intense. I couldn’t tell right now if it was anger, frustration, or deep thought, but I had to look away from his gaze as it was so intense it gave me chills. He went around to the passenger side and opened the door for me. I gave him a shy smile and got in, then leaned to put the doggie bag into the back seat with my mall loot. He closed the door and put his cigarette out in an ashtray that was affixed to the building.
We drove back to the apartment in silence, but he was fidgety on the ride. When we got inside, he walked like a man with a mission.
“Follow me,” he said and marched directly to his bedroom. I put the doggie bag on the island and followed him. He dropped the shopping bags on the floor beside the bed and then spun round and reached for my face with both hands. He pulled me in for a kiss. It was a deep kiss with tongue and a sexy masculine moan and him holding my jaw with both hands. Then he let go of my face and started to unbutton my blouse. Whoa. Yes!
I absorbed the feel of his touch. He started to kiss my throat as he undid the last of the buttons of my blouse and then he found the button on my pants. Goosebumps rose all over me.
“Undo my pants,” he said against my throat and then let go of my fly and pulled his shirt over his head. My fingers fumbled with his button fly jeans.
As I got his pants undone and pushed them down over his hips, he pushed my blouse off my shoulders and as the blouse floated to the floor, he quickly got my pants down my hips. I yanked them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them and my shoes. He stepped out of his, walked me back against the bed and then I was on my back and he was on top of me, kissing me. I ran my fingers through his thick blond hair and he let out a deep and sexy moan.
“What’s your name,” he breathed against my ear and then took my lobe between his teeth.
“It’s Angel, Master,” I whispered.
“It’s not,” he grunted and then slid his hand into my panties. “Tell me.”
“It is now,” I said, my mouth opening into an O at where his fingers just went. He hit the spot. Oh lord.
“Tell me or I’ll spank you.” He grabbed my collar.
I might come from words alone.
“Oh, please spank me, Master,” I whispered, and I had goosebumps everywhere.
“Holy fuck,” he answered and his hand left my underwear and then he rolled us, then hauled off and slapped my ass.
I squealed. “Oh yeah.”
I was elated. He was absolutely a dominant in the bedroom and I could see he was totally getting off on giving me what I wanted. It got me off. It was perfect. This was precisely what I needed in a sexual partner. You wouldn’t think that after all I’d been through, but it still was. Maybe that wasn’t healthy for me with what I’d been through, but it was who I was, who I always was. I used to be spunky outside of the bedroom but in it I always wanted a dominant male. I wanted to please him, wanted his directions on how to do that. He slapped my ass again and then hauled me back by the collar and his eyes were ablaze.
He was panting, his chest heaving. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I gulped, thinking he was upset. He wasn’t. He really wasn’t.
“Your words make me so fucking hard, baby. Keep talking dirty to me.”
“Can I please suck your cock, Master?” I panted. “Please? I haven’t forgotten how good it tastes. Please can I suck your beautiful cock while I play with my clit?”