Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Dirty. Fucking. Bitch,” he growled.
I wiped my lips on my hand as I came up, and he pulled a face. He was hard as fucking iron, though, his balls tight and hot and ready to fucking go.
I took off the strap-on, threw it aside, and my fingers were straight at my clit. I wasn’t far off.
I straddled him and took his cock in one, and then I rode him, hard, and he was right back at me, bucking and thrusting and snarling until I squealed. I came so hard that I stopped breathing, every muscle quivering as I braced myself on his shoulders. My head lolled back, and heat exploded behind my eyes. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard and filled me up, growling fucking nonsense as he joined me in the abyss, and neither of us moved for a long time, rigid and spent and on another fucking planet until we came down again.
I collapsed onto his chest, and he gritted his teeth at the pain as he folded me in his arms. I listened to his heart, and it was booming. His breath deep and fast.
And then I giggled.
And he laughed.
And the whole thing seemed hilarious, euphoric, ridiculous.
“You are officially fucking crazy.” He smiled. “I’m telling you now, Faye Devere, whatever just happened was fucking insane.”
“Good insane,” I grinned. “We like good insane around here.”
He raised his eyebrows. “There’s no way I’m kissing you, not after that. Not until you’ve washed your dirty fucking mouth out with bleach and a hundred fucking Hail Marys.”
“Oh yes you are,” I laughed and planted my lips right on his.
It turns out he was lying.
***
Faye
I loved the man. I loved the man. I loved the man.
And he loved me.
Let’s face it, nobody takes a dirty kiss like that unless it’s the real deal.
And he’d taken everything from me. Everything.
I watched him dress with a smile on my face. It was a slow process, with a lot of expletives, but he managed to pull off sexy businessman just fine with a sore ass and a back full of sex bruises. It was good to know.
“I need to clean up,” he said. “I’m going to get blood on my shirt otherwise. I don’t want to look like I’ve been in some crazy street fight.”
“I’ll meet you in the office.” I smiled. “I’ll clean up here, don’t worry.”
“I wasn’t going to worry,” he smirked. “That’s definitely your fucking mess, Faye. Just make sure nobody comes in here until you’re done.”
I looked at the mat. “This may take a while.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He grinned and pressed his mouth to my forehead. “I’ll see you in the office, yes?”
I smiled. “I might have a dance on the way back.”
“Fine. I’ll be waiting.”
He unlocked the door and stepped outside and nobody would have been any the wiser of his little escapade. It made me smile.
I looped the telephone cable into a ball, and gathered up the lube and the strap-on and dumped them back in the box, starting in horror as some poor unsuspecting deviant tried the door. It was still open.
“Room’s busy, sorry!” I called. “I’ll have it ready just as soon as I can.”
I closed the box, shielding the toys from view, and just as well I did, as the person had taken no fucking notice whatsoever.
I pasted on a smile as I turned to face them. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I will be as quick as…”
My heart stopped. It stopped dead.
The mask was intricate, professional, authentic… and terrifying.
Terrifying because of the man underneath it, not because of its smiling moon face.
“Good evening, pretty bird,” the man said. “It appears someone’s been a very, very naughty girl.” He turned the key in the lock and dropped it into his pocket. “And we all know what happens to naughty girls now, don’t we, Magpie?”
***
“You can’t be here,” I said. “He’ll kill you.” My voice sounded more confident than I was, but still I was backing away, short little steps until I pressed up against the flogging bench.
He took off the mask, dropped it to the floor. “Tut tut, Magpie, you really think I’m afraid of Andy Morgan? He’s hardly intimidating, pretty bird. He’s very much the reserved type, I feel, all work and no play.”
I was shaking, but I couldn’t show it. I mustn’t show it. “You really don’t know him, Vincent. I think you should go.”
“You’re quite right, Magpie, I don’t know him.” His smile was nasty. Horrible. “But neither do you.”
“Of course I know him,” I spat. “I know him better than you could possibly know.”
Vincent looked so big in here, so broad. He filled the space, made it hard to breathe. He looked about the room, and I looked to the door. It was heavy, there was no way I’d get through it without the key. “How are you enjoying your little dash back to England, Faye? Is it everything you hoped for?”