Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Everything—our arguments, his work, the auction—was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was that we were together. Because together, we were perfect.
Chapter 14
Grayson
My eyes drank in Amicia's figure as we enjoyed our dinner together. Most nights ended like this, with us peacefully enjoying our food and retreating to my bedroom together. But that night, I had something special planned. Something that would make me very happy, and Amicia very desperate.
"Meet me in the playroom in an hour," I told her as she put her napkin down. An excited flush colored her cheeks a pretty red, like a Christmas bauble. "I have something fun planned for you tonight."
"Should I be afraid?"
"Yes," I grinned. "Very afraid indeed."
She didn't say another word, but her eyes were aglow with anticipation. I retreated to my office to finish up some work, and an hour later, walked into the playroom where she was already patiently waiting. Amicia sat on the foot of the bed, respectfully lowering her gaze when I entered the room.
"I have a special outfit for you tonight," I told her, giving her a box wrapped with a bow. "Put it on and make me a drink."
She uncovered the lid of the box. Inside was a silk red ribbon—a body bow to decorate her perfect figure, along with a pair of tall black heels. Amicia smiled and I gave her some privacy to change, admiring the London skyline through the window. It was certainly becoming colder and colder, and Christmas was approaching too fast for my liking because I knew what it meant. Losing her. And I couldn't lose her just yet. Not until I had my fill.
"Sir?"
I turned around, smiling as I saw her in front of me with a drink. I took the tumbler from her fingers, sitting down on an armchair in the room and motioning for her to come closer. Then, I finally allowed myself to drink her in.
The body bow made her look like a perfectly wrapped Christmas present. She was stunning, from the lustrous shine of her dark mane to the perfectly manicured talons. My cock tightened in my pants in anticipation, knowing I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off Amicia for much longer.
"Do you like it?" she asked, twirling in front of me. "I think it makes me look good..."
"Me too," I said gravelly, drinking a long sip of the White Russian she'd become such an expert in mixing for me. "You look sinfully good, Kitty. Do you know what we're going to do today?"
"You'll make me dance for you again?"
I shook my head, setting the now empty drink down and motioning for her to follow me. I led her to the area of the playroom where a dark velvet curtain separated the main room from the more intense part of the area. I had kept it hidden for a while, knowing it would scare Amicia when she first arrived, but now, I knew she was ready.
A long, thin cotton rope stretched across the length of the room, with several knots placed strategically along it. Amicia was too busy fearfully looking at the crops, whips and paddles to notice it, so I gently guided her to the rope, reaching between her legs. She gasped as my fingers wrapped around the ribbon decorating her waxed pussy. I moved it to the side so her center was exposed.
"We're going to try some rope walking today," I told her with a firm smirk. "I think you'll enjoy it."
"What if I fall?"
"Not that kind of rope walking," I chuckled. She gasped as I lifted her off the floor, gently positioning her above the rope. Her gasp soon turned into a moan as I positioned her right over the first knot in the rope which was rubbing against her pussy, reminding her how much she suddenly needed stimulation.
"Sir, I..."
"It's okay." I pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. With the click of my fingers, I turned on some slow and sensual music on the speakers, and retreated to the other end of the rope. "You'll start walking soon. Go as slow as you can. If you hurry, I'll punish you."
"But..."
"But what?"
"It's... it's... frustrating," she huffed, bringing a smile to my lips. "It's making me so needy... so wet..."
"That's exactly the point, Kitty." I motioned for her to come closer. "Start walking while I pick something to punish you with."
Her eyes fearfully followed my motions as I turned to the wall, trying to pick something to hurt her with. I didn't want the whip, but I did want a cane. I picked one off the wall, thin and painful when it made contact with skin. I had never used it before.
When I turned to face Amicia, I realized she hadn't moved an inch from her position, shivering on the spot.
"Didn't you hear me?" I furrowed my brows. "Don't make me punish you for being too slow."