Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Oh?” There’s more? How could there possibly be more to this evening?
Again, with that knowing smile on his lips, Damien reaches back into his package and removes something. And if I didn’t see it with my own two eyes, I would never believe it: A black leather collar with a steel ring. Along with it, there’s a black leather leash.
He holds it out to me. “Put it on.”
A whirlwind of emotions whips me around with such force that I simply do not know what to do with myself. The sight of the leather in his hands does something to me that I can’t explain.
My body is only growing hotter with every second that passes, and I can feel that my panties are simply soaked now, as are the insides of my thighs, and I know Damien can see it too.
The thought of putting that collar on for him though…I simply don’t know how to process it, so I react the only way I know how.
“No!” I snap. “I’m not putting that on, are you joking!?”
I snatch both items from him and hurl them across the room, expecting a reaction from Damien. But to my surprise, he simply walks over to the collar and leash, picks them both up, places them back in his package, and walks to the door–but not before zipping up his pants.
I’m absolutely primed to be taken by him now. My entire body is quivering as I stand there in my lingerie and watch him as he stops, his hand on the doorknob. He looks back over his shoulder at me, not even allowing me to see his entire face as he speaks.
“You know, Alice. I thought there was more woman to you than CEO.” He sighs, genuinely seeming disappointed. “But I guess I was wrong.”
And with that, he lets himself out. And I’m not even able to say anything. I simply stand there, feeling as though I’ve failed miserably.
What have I done?
4
DAMIEN
I guess I can’t blame her. Maybe I pushed her too fast. The collar, the leash–maybe it was too much too soon.
But Alice is just tempting me in ways that is making it nearly impossible to resist her. My erection was so painful last night that I was seconds away from tearing her out of that unbelievable lingerie, running my tongue up her dripping little pussy, and then driving my cock deep into her hole and pounding her until she could no longer speak.
But that couldn’t happen. Not yet. I have to continue my little game with her. She has to be shown the way. By the time I’m done with her, I will have Alice Dupont begging for it from me–not the other way around. The energy she gives off has me just picturing her behaving like a little whore in bed with me too.
I’ve been doing my best to deliver packages all morning, but thoughts of Alice have been racing through my mind and causing my cock to swell, which has only made things very difficult. Thank God I’m wearing compression shorts briefs beneath my shorts. I realize as I arrive to my last delivery of the day, that it’s a familiar address, one I had specifically told dispatch I no longer wanted to deliver to. And for good reason.
Maggie.
Maggie is a flirty, middle-aged divorcee who–if you believe the gossip around her building–lost her husband because she cheated on him with her personal trainer. She’s had a thing for me since the first time I dropped something off at her apartment and has been coming on to me ever since, despite me making it more than obvious I’m not interested. When I wouldn’t come in for a drink last time, she asked me if I was “one of those new young men who isn’t a fan of women.”
I’m really not looking forward to this delivery as I take the elevator up to her lavish penthouse. I’d love to simply leave it at her door, but this package requires a signature.
I roll my eyes as I knock. Maggie must have been tracking her package with her phone, as the door opens immediately to reveal her standing there in a completely-see-through silk robe, with absolutely nothing underneath.
“Hey, you,” she whimpers, in the most sultry tone imaginable.
I knew something like this would happen.
“Miss Fuller,” I say, keeping it cool as I hand her her package. “I just need your signature.”
Anger briefly flashes in her eyes over my lack of reaction to her sexy ambush. She glances at my pen. “Seriously?”
“I have more deliveries to get to,” I lie.
Her lips purse and her cheeks hollow as she glares at me with clear resentment. Finally, she snatches my pen, signs on the dotted line, then throws the package behind her into her apartment.
“It’s because I’m not young, isn’t it?” she snaps. “If I was some 18-year-old bimbo, you’d jump my bones, wouldn’t you?!”