Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Avani, what’s wrong?” Jake asks before she can say anything.
“I want an expensive bag. Can that be my bonus this year? A real one, not a fake one.” She smirks.
“What?” Jake says, clearly used to her strange ways.
“One of my clients had one, and I want one too.”
“Then you need to find yourself a sugar daddy.”
“As if.” She rolls her eyes and gives me a small wave before she sashays off.
Jake looks back at me. “Avani is…interesting.” I can’t help but giggle again at his description of her. He raises a brow.
“What?” I question.
“I like that sound.” He shrugs, then leads me to another area. We move to the back, passing rooms and beds. Everyone wears a colored wristband, mostly yellow and green, while I am wearing a red one.
“What does red mean?” I ask.
“It means no one can touch you.”
“You just did.”
“That’s different. No one else can touch you.”
“So your rules don’t apply to you?”
“They don’t,” he explains. “Yellow means you are interested but may not be ready; you’re willing to watch and possibly play. Green means you are good for anything. So if someone comes up to you and they see you are wearing a green band, they know they can trust you won’t straight up turn them down. It’s comforting for people to know this information right away.”
As we stop at the door, he touches a switch. The door becomes see-through, allowing us to view two couples, both playing with each other, having no idea we are standing there watching them.
He drops my hand and steps behind me. My eyes are locked on the room, where one of the women with blonde hair lies down and spreads her legs while the brunette drops her head between the other’s legs. One of the guys starts to pump his cock over the first woman’s mouth as she licks the tip of it, while the other guy goes behind the second woman. He positions her body and slides into her with ease, his expression full of ecstasy.
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Do you like it?”
I glance back at him as he moves even closer to me, my back against his front now, and answer with one word, “Yes.”
“I knew you would.”
“You did?” I raise a brow.
“Yes. You just haven’t had the opportunity to play with your other side yet.”
“I like to play.” His hand reaches around and slides up my dress, rubbing me through my panties.
“Are you ready for me yet?” he asks, and I nod and bite my lip. “Do you want to fuck like them?” He motions to the couples in the room. “I don’t like to share, though.”
“No sharing,” I say, and his hands leave me.
“Good.” He lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. A squeal turns into a giggle, and then he slaps my ass. “Fuck, I love that sound.”
I try to cover my mouth to stop giggling as he walks through a set of doors with me still on his shoulder, but my hand lands on his back for support. I grip his shirt and watch as it rides up, exposing the skin above his waistband.
“Do you do this a lot?” I ask.
He stops as we reach another door. Putting me down slowly, my body presses against his as he lowers me to my feet.
“No,” he says as his gaze locks with mine. Then he reaches around me and opens the door, revealing a small room.
“Who sleeps in here?”
“This is where I crash if I’m tired.”
From the doorway, I take in the tiny space. There’s a single bed, but literally nothing else. No television, nothing.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, his breath tickling my neck.
I glance over my shoulder. “Should I be?”
He moves me into the room, then takes my purse and places it next to the bed before he steps away. “You should remove your clothes.”
“All of them?”
“Yes.”
“Will you?”
“Will I what?” he questions.
“Will you remove your clothes too?”
He smirks and nods. “If you want me to.”
“Together,” I say, feeling a bit more courageous.
This man gives me confidence. I’m not sure why or how—maybe it’s in the way he looks at me—but when I’m with him, I feel sexy.
I lower the straps of my dress and let them drop down until they hit my arms. He watches me intently, his eyes never leaving mine in this small, secluded room.
This is a so-called date.
What happens when this is over?
Do we go our separate ways and never see each other again?
I try not to think about that. Whatever happens after, it’s been fun.
He’s made me see things about myself I didn’t know were there.
Like what I enjoy in the bedroom—oral being a good example of that.
He stops me as I go to remove my heels.
“Leave them on while I fuck you, so you can dig them into my ass when you scream.” I’m shocked at his words, though I shouldn’t be. He isn’t a man who gives you nice lovey-dovey words, his are dirty and laced with purpose, and I like them a lot.