Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Take off your blazer,” I say firmly. She obeys. “Throw it on the floor.”
“Do you know how much this cost?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem for a wealthy woman such as yourself,” I counter. Without saying anything, Alice stares back at me and simply tosses her blazer aside. I still haven’t taken my shoes off, so as I hold her gaze, I step out of them and kick them off, causing them to land on top of her jacket.
Alice slowly sucks in a breath that I see has some anger in it. If I was anyone else, she’d be cursing me out right now. But I’m not anyone else, and not only is she allowing this to continue, she’s relishing in it.
“Now strip,” I tell her. “Let’s see what lingerie you chose for today.”
“Am I that obvious already?” she asks as she undoes the buttons on her blouse, revealing a black lace bra barely holding in her plump, perfect tits. She stands, turns slightly as she sets her shirt on the back of my chair, then unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor.
I almost go lightheaded at the reveal. She’s not wearing a matching pair of black lace panties like I’d expected; she’s wearing a black g-string, and from this angle, with her back arched, that little tiny patch of fabric is barely covering her pussy mound. Before she turns around to face me again, I catch a glimpse of her left lip, completely bare.
Does Alice Dupont wax? Laser?
Whatever she did, she did it just for me.
I’m tempted as hell to grab her right now and have my way with her, but it’s not time yet. My little game with her is nowhere near its conclusion.
My cock is rigid and charged with lust as I drink in every inch of her perfect body. There’s no spot on this woman where I will not put my tongue. My God, if only the men in her office could see her now. How jealous would they be?
I tug on the leash, leading her to the foot of my bed, then snap my fingers and point.
“Get down on all fours like the good little bitch you are.” Alice’s head jerks, and her eyes home in on mine, filled with nothing but lust and want. She’s submitting more and more as each second passes. “And maybe if you’re good, I’ll give you a treat.”
She wants to speak out and thank me, but she can’t. That would ruin everything. So she does it with her eyes as she gets down on her knees on my bed, then leans forward on her elbows, presenting herself to me as her hair cascades down across her shoulders and her juicy peach of an ass causes me to salivate.
“That’s a good girl,” I whisper as I attach the leash to the bed, securing her in place. I can barely move with this ridiculous erection, so I unzip my pants, relieving some of the pressure and allowing Alice to see my massive bulge.
She pretends not to, but I see the flick of her eyes she’s unable to control.
I circle her, then reach out and touch the back of her ankle with my finger. She quivers as I continue up her leg to her perfect juicy ass, pausing there to trace her goddess-like hips before moving up her toned stomach to her breasts. I move in close with my lips, almost kissing her ear as I reach into her bra.
“You’re horny,” I whisper, rolling her nipple gently between my fingers. “You’re loving every second of this, you dirty little whore.”
A soft moan escapes her lips as though I were already pleasuring her pussy, which I know is dripping wet at this point.
“You know how many men who work for you want you?” I ask, squeezing her plump tit, as firm as an 18-year-old’s. “How many attorneys and other CEOs want to bend you over, lift your skirt, and fuck you?” Another moan escapes Alice’s mouth. Her hips sway side to side. She’s begging for it. “But of course you do. You’re a smart girl. Say it. Tell me you know.”
“I–I know…” she whimpers.
I grin and bring my lips so close to hers we’re a hair’s breadth from touching. “Yet it’s a delivery guy from Brooklyn who has you on his bed right now.”
Alice’s eyes flash. She leans in to kiss me, but I move back, denying her.
“Not yet. Lie on your back for me,” I tell her. “Play with yourself. Show me what you do when you’re alone.”
Her lips part like she wants to protest, but she does as she’s told, and I watch the show of her body twisting like marble in a master’s hands as she lies back and spreads her long, milky legs for me, leaving nothing but the tiny patch of soaked fabric from her g-string to deny me a view of what’s beneath.