Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“What is there to know? Just put them on and forget about them until it’s time for them to come off.” She does that devious eye wagging thing and I fall into a fit of laughter, partly from nervousness and embarrassment but also because she is so funny. ‘Now, let’s get this dress on.” She helps me into it and makes sure it fits. She turns and grabs the shoes and I laugh when I see the heel.
“What am I supposed to do with those?” I ask her, looking at her like she is crazy.
“Put them on.” she kneels down, places my feet in each and stands back up. I look down and I have to admit, they are beautiful. They are opened toed stilettos, with a crystal encrusted wrap around strap. “Now walk.” she holds my hand for the first few steps. “See. Piece of cake.” I move around the room, and find it isn’t so scary. I think I can get the hang of it. Phew. At least I won’t bust my face. “Now, the finishing touch.'' She puts a necklace around my neck, but instead of it going down my chest, she drapes it over my back. I look at her confused and she laughs. “It’s called a back necklace.”
“Ok.” I say, still unsure. She hands me earrings with a matching bracelet and declares me ready.
“Before I forget, I also brought some simple sundresses for you. I assume you are going to be spending some time here and should have some stuff for last minute dates and such.” I smile at her, moved by her consideration.
“Thank you for that, Alaina.”
“No problem. Well, my work here is done. You look stunning.” she says, giving me a hug.
“Thanks to you.” I say looking in the mirror. I can’t believe it is me. I look almost…sexy. Like a mature woman of the world. Knock. Knock.
I am still staring in the mirror when he walks in. “What the fuck, Alaina!” he says walking into the room. I jump, not sure what has him so upset.
“What?!” she says, smiling at him. I don’t know what is going on, but they are obviously not on the same page.
“I told you to make sure she felt good. Not get me arrested.” his eyes haven't left mine and now I know why he is upset. I can read the predatory gaze he is sharing with me. I can feel his hunger, his need, his desperation to not have me leave the house like this. Why does it make me want to do just that? He walks up behind me, his hands stroking up and down my back, grazing my bare skin. His hand comes back up and grips my neck, his body rubbing up against mine, as we gaze at one another, each ravenous and wanting. “You like this, don’t you? You want me like this, rapacious and angry, circling you wanting to piss all over your dress so the fucking vultures can smell my mark. Well guess what, little flower, tonight is the night. Now let’s go!” What was the point in panties again?
Chapter Nine
BLAKE
My sister is trying to have me in cuffs. I should have known she would pull some shit like this. When I walked in that room and saw her bare back, crystals draping down it with her hair pulled up, my cock spit in my boxers. She is sexy and beautiful every day, even covered in sea water, but in this dress, she is elegant and ethereal.
We are sitting in the back of the limo, silent but aware of one another. So, fucking aware. Pushing the button to shut the partition, I unbutton my cuffs. “Come here, Lilah.” she hesitates, licking her lips and looking toward the front of the limo. “Don’t worry baby. We have complete privacy. Now come here.” she slides across the leather seats, each slide produces a groan from the upholstery, the exact sound I want to make as she bathes my cock in her heat. “How do you feel?” I ask her kissing the side of her neck and shoulder.
“F-fine.” she says, moving her head to the side.
“You look sexy, little flower. But smell...” I sniff her neck and groan. “Like a treat. Lift your dress, baby.”
“What?”
“Lift your fucking dress before I rip it.'' She moves too slow, and I can't wait. I lift it myself and lift her, straddling her on my lap. My eyes immediately zone in between her legs and fuck her pussy looks juicy and expensive covered in gold lace. “Is that wet spot for me, little flower?" my thumb rubs against the spot, taking in her gasps when I move past her clit. Her mouth opened and I seize the opportunity. Our mouths meet and dance with one another and my thumb never stops.