Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Ashley,” he greets me, stepping back so that I can enter his apartment.
He closes the door behind me as I turn to face him, a smile on my face. “Arsen,” I say, taking one step toward him. We’re close now, just a few
inches between our bodies. None of us move though, we just stand still,
enjoy the way the air around us seems to grow heavier. We are looking into
each other’s eyes, sparks of electricity flying across the distance that
separates us.
God, I might not be able to stop thinking about King Henry, but
whenever I’m this close to Arsen… Everything else just fades away. I don’t
even know if it’s because he’s the best man I have ever met, or because he
fucks me like a God. Either way, he just makes me melt like butter on a
scorching hot day.
“I’m glad you texted me,” he starts, cutting through the silence. “I spent
all morning thinking of you… And thinking of last night. I can’t wait to get
you out of those clothes.”
A shiver goes through me as I imagine him, alone in his huge luxurious
apartment, thinking of me and getting hard. Has he ever masturbated while
thinking of me? And the panties he stole from me last night… Has he
already given them any use? Just thinking of that makes me even wetter, if
that’s even possible. The memories of what happened near Freedom Tower
race through my mind and I bite my lower lip, wanting an encore. But then,
something that King Henry said to me crosses my mind; it’s weird, but both
Henry and Arsen have talked about the very same thing, and using the exact
same wording… While talking about the area around Freedom Tower, the
two of them mentioned it looks a lot nicer without the construction. I know,
it’s probably just a stupid coincidence, but I have to wonder… “Have you ever called one of your phone operators? From the sex line?”
I find myself saying, still unsure if I should even be mentioning this. I don’t
want him to think I’m some kind of psycho.
“What? Why would I?” He asks, taking a step back and raising one
eyebrow at me.
“I don’t know. Maybe you wanted to see if they were doing their job…”
I say, feeling more and more unsure of what I’m saying. Christ, why did I
even bring this up? I’m feeling more foolish by the second. He bridges the
distance between the two of us, his hands on my waist as he grins at me. “Why in the hell are you even asking these questions, Ash?” He’s right,
you know? Why am I grilling him like this? They said the same thing, but
that was just a stupid coincidence, right? Right?
“I… I don’t know,” I reply, sighing and looking up into his eyes. “It was
just something silly, it doesn’t matter. What matters,” I continue, placing
my hand against his chest, “is that I’m here right now.”
“Oh, yes, you are. And I’m going to make sure that coming here was the
best decision you made today,” he grins at me, pulling me in and pressing
his mouth against mine. I close my eyes, reacting by instinct and
surrendering to his kiss, his tongue sliding inside my mouth and dancing
around mine in soft circles. His hands go from my waist to my ass and,
grabbing it harshly, he squeezes both my cheeks in such a way that I pull
back from his kiss, sighing heavily. We’re just kissing, and I already want
him inside of me, his thick cock pulsing against my insides. Why do I
become such a wet mess whenever our bodies are pressed together? I reach for his cock, my fingers curling around his thick shape but,
before I can grab it as harshly as I want, he stops me. He grabs my wrist and
takes my hand out of his crotch, a devious grin on his lips.
“No,” he simply says, pulling back from me and taking one step back,
his eyes never leaving mine. “This time, you’ll do what I tell you to, when I
tell you to.” I’m taken aback by his words, boiling blood raging through my
veins, but I manage to nod at him. I almost say “yes, sir,” but I caught
myself before I did it. “You’ll obey, and you’ll only come when I tell you to
come. Understood?” I shiver, King Henry's whispers of dominance during
our calls turning something very, very real right in front of my eyes. “Yes, Arsen,” I tell him, my heart starting to gallop. His grins turns
wider and, the moment he speaks, my heart almost jumps right out of my
chest.
“No, don’t call me Arsen. You’ll call me… sir.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, the words tumbling out of my lips easily. I lick my lips,
suddenly feeling dizzy. Am I really talking with him as I talk to Henry?
What’s going on here? And why am I getting wetter and wetter? “Good,” he continues, that maddening smirk on his lips. I have to fight