Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Just when I want more from him, he pulls away. I lean into him for another kiss, but he holds me in place by the hair.
“I already know what your answer will be. But club rules say I need your explicit consent.” He smirks. “So, Katie, tell me, will you come with me to a private room?”
“Yes, Sir,” I blurt out before I have a chance to overthink it.
“Good girl,” he says in a voice that makes my core clench in anticipation.
Katie
“So you say this is your first night here?” the masked man asks as he closes the door behind him.
“Yes.” I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.
The walls are lined with some kind of foam—soundproofing to muffle screams?—and a black chandelier hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the room with a dim, warm light that leaves plenty of shadows in the corners.
When the door locks with a click, my heart skips a beat. With the big bed in the middle of the room and an assortment of torture tools hanging on one wall, there’s no mistaking what this room is for.
The man’s lips form a smirk as he slowly stalks toward me, powerful and confident. “Have you had any experience with BDSM before?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You forgot to address me properly again, kitten,” he says, his intense green eyes staring at me sternly from behind his black mask.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” My heart thumps as adrenaline floods my system. But I’m not fighting or fleeing. I’m standing my ground even though I know this man’s about to devour me.
Am I really doing this? Am I really letting this stranger do things to me I never thought I’d let a stranger do?
I don’t have any problems with casual sex. In fact, that’s the only kind of sex I have because I don’t do relationships anymore.
I figure why bother if the guy always bolts as soon as he finds out I can’t bear him children? I’ve had that happen more than once, and I’m not chancing it again.
That’s why I’ve been sticking to no-strings-attached arrangements.
Theoretically, this should be the ultimate no-strings-attached sex. I don’t even know this man’s name or what he looks like.
At the same time, the extreme level and one-sided nature of anonymity in The Succubus makes me nervous.
And having sex while on the job? I know it’s expressly allowed, but it still feels kind of icky.
That said, nothing about this man is icky.
The way he moves, the way he talks . . . He just exudes this powerful aura. In his presence, I can’t help but give in and let him have his way.
It doesn’t hurt that he’s also well-dressed, and as far as I can tell, good-looking—or, not bad-looking at least, judging from his angular jaw, square chin, and those brilliant green eyes.
“Your ‘sorry’ doesn’t mean much without penance, kitten.” He takes my chin and levels his gaze at me. “I’m going to forgive you for your previous mistakes. But if you break another rule, I’m going to punish you. Is that understood?”
I swallow and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
I don’t know what I’m getting myself into, I’ll admit that. But I also can’t ignore this attraction between us. I’ve never wanted a man this badly before.
No, wait. Let me correct that. I’ve never wanted a man to want me this badly before.
The hunger in his eyes makes me feel like I’m special, like I’m the only one he’s looking at—I know, of course, how ridiculous that sounds. He probably takes a different girl into one of these private rooms every time he visits the club.
But right now, the way his eyes are fixated on me makes it easy to pretend.
“Are you scared?” he whispers as he puts his hand on the base of my skull and presses his forehead against mine.
“Yes.” I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“See? You’re starting to remember, and I haven’t even had to punish you yet. It’s already working.” He smiles. “There’s no need to be scared.”
“Are you going to whip me like the girls on stage, Sir?” I ask.
“Not unless you want me to. Do you?”
“No, Sir.” I shake my head.
“I trust the club has told you about the safe words?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say ‘red’ if you want me to stop entirely and ‘yellow’ if you want to take a short break,” he says, his thumb brushing over my lips as he speaks.
His skin feels so good I can’t help but kiss his thumb. When he slides it slightly past my open lips, I take it in and lick it like it’s a cock.
He groans. “I’m trying to take things slow and be gentle with you, kitten, but you’re making it hard for me to do that.”
I open my mouth to let him take his thumb out if he wants. Looking at him from underneath my lashes, I say, “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll stop.”