Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
My fingers reach the juncture of her legs, seeking the lacy edge of the panties I also bought for her. They were delicately made, totally see-through, and would ride high on her hips.
Instead, my fingers meet soft curls. I jerk back so I can see her face. She smirks, and I can’t help the lazy smile of appreciation that spreads on my face that she disobeyed me by not wearing the panties I’d told her to. The smile curves into a wicked grin as I realize she’s been naked under that dress all this time, and I now have easy access to her cunt.
Running my finger through the lips of her sex, I feel the heat and wetness that lets me know she is most definitely attracted to me.
I consider getting her off right here for everyone to see. It’s not normally done… not in the Social Room, that is. But it’s also not against the rules.
Hannah stares at me before giving a tiny lick of her lower lip. Her expression exudes a confidence in her sexuality. While it’s clear this isn’t how she prefers to handle a debt, she’s enjoying what we have going in this moment.
Removing my hand from between her legs, I relish in the slight tinge of disappointment that flashes over her, then take a step backward. “Let’s finish our drinks, so I can show you around the place.”
Yeah… I’m going to take her into every room, introduce her to the hedonism this club has available, and then get my due from her.
CHAPTER 4
Hannah
How my legs are even supporting me at this point is a true miracle. Perhaps to torture me or to just get me in the mood, Asher gave me a tour of the entire club. It included each room he had described except for the Deck. He was surprisingly gallant about not needling me about my fear of heights.
Within each room, I saw actions that defied imagination. The Silo fascinated me the most with its circular rooms made of transparent glass around the perimeter. Inside, people were on full display as they performed the kinkiest sexual acts I have ever seen.
Asher explained everything to me, seducing my sense of hearing right along with my sight. His voice a low, sexy murmur near my ear.
Look at that woman right there; she’s taking three men at once. It’s beautiful.
I’d love to see you locked in the stocks—naked and at my mercy. Maybe I’d even share you with a few other men.
Ever been on a St. Andrew’s cross before? You look like a girl who could take a little pain.
I’ve never been with multiple men, or been into BDSM, but watching sure as hell made me realize there was a world out there that intrigued the hell out of me.
I wonder if Asher instinctively knew that about me. Could he peg me as a woman who would be susceptible to such things when he made his proposition?
Outside the Orgy Room, Asher stops to talk with a man who is exiting. I don’t pay him any attention. Instead, I stare past both men to get a brief glimpse of what lies inside before the door closes. When it does, I’m forced to give attention to the gorgeous acquaintance conversing with Asher, who is regarding me with curiosity.
“I see you brought someone in tonight,” the man says. He’s as tall as Asher with blond spiky hair and a trim goatee.
“Trying something a little different,” Asher says with a shrug, his hand pressed to my lower back where it’s been most of the evening. His thumb strokes me through the thin silk of my dress, making my nipples harder than ever.
I don’t even take offense to his disregard of me. I’m not here to make friends or be something other than a one-night stand to Asher, so it’s of no consequence when the blond man gives me a polite nod and walks off.
Asher pulls the door of the Orgy Room open, then motions for me to go ahead of him.
The glimpse I’d had before doesn’t do justice to the full-scale debauchery going on inside. My breath stops as I take it all in. The room is massive, dimly lit, and furnished with a variety of low-slung couches, chaises, and even piles of sumptuous pillows to recline on.
Couples, threesomes, and even foursomes are sprawled all over, actively engaging in sex. The air is filled with a sexualized vibe, pulsing with moans, dirty whispered words, and slapping flesh. Although the room is darkened, there are spotlights in the ceiling that aim down on the furnishings, supplying stark revelation of the entangled masses below.
I’m terrified and exhilarated at the same time.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Asher asks as he takes my hand and leads me around the perimeter of the room.
Not quite the word I would use, only because it doesn’t seem powerful enough.