Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
He understands me.
That’s why he brought me here.
That’s why I, twice now, have dressed in a way that I knew he would like.
I pull back hesitantly, break the kiss.
“Please,” I say softly. “Take me. Take me right here in this private room. Please.”
He stares into my eyes, his own so deep and dark. “Are you certain?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t.”
“Then I have your express consent?”
“Of course you do.”
“I will guarantee your safety, Angel. That, I promise you.”
“I know that.”
I do. From the bottom of my heart, I know this man will never harm me.
“We don’t know each other very well yet,” he says, “so we’ll start with the basics. Undress for me, my angel.”
Undressing won’t take long. I’m only wearing my stretchy little black dress and a pair of black panties. No stockings or pantyhose, only my platform pumps. No jewelry other than stud earrings and the pearl necklace Phantom placed around my neck, designating me as his for the evening.
Such a freaking turn-on.
I begin with my shoes, but—
“No, Angel. Keep the shoes on.”
I nod, and then I pull the dress up around my hips and over my head.
My breasts fall gently against my chest once free of the stretchy fabric.
I am naked but for my panties and my shoes.
Phantom sucks in a breath. A deep, gasping breath.
He likes what he sees.
I like that he likes it.
“Will you undress for me now?” I ask boldly.
“When I’m good and ready,” he says. “I make the rules in here, Angel, but you do have a chance to say no each time.”
I smile. “Then I say no. I want you to undress now.”
He chuckles huskily. “That’s not exactly the way it works, and I have a feeling you know that.”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“Indeed I can’t. But what I could do is tell you that you’re not going to speak for the rest of the evening.”
I drop my mouth into an O.
“But I won’t. Frankly, I like it when you speak. Your voice is sexy, and I love to hear it.”
“That’s good, because I don’t have a very good record of keeping my mouth shut.”
“I want to hear what you have to say tonight. If we choose to continue this…”
“This what?”
He’s silent for a moment.
And I wonder… What is this? It’s certainly not a relationship. Is that the word he was trying not to say?
“Playtime,” he finally says. “If we choose to continue this playtime, we’ll make the rules as we go.”
“We will?”
“I’m a Dominant by nature, Angel. I’m used to making the rules during a scene, though you always have the chance to say no. But because you’re new at this, I’m bending things a little.”
“Does that mean I get to make the rules?”
“No. If that were true, I’d be undressed by now.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Touché.”
“I knew you were beautiful, Angel. But even I couldn’t imagine the true splendor of your soft flesh, your perfectly formed breasts, those brownish red nipples.” He walks toward me and tweaks one.
I suck in a breath as the tingles travel straight to my pussy.
“Take off the panties, Angel.”
I slowly slide them over my hips, down my legs, and I step out of them, still wearing my platform pumps, and kick the satin panties to the side.
Phantom groans. “My God…”
My pussy is freshly shaved, and it’s also very wet right now.
“Sit down on the bed, Angel. Spread your legs for me. Let me see the jewels you’re hiding.”
I walk to the bed covered in blue silk, and I sit down on the edge. Then I spread my legs.
No one’s ever asked me to do this before. Correction—no one’s asked me to spread my legs just so he could look.
I’m already wet and glistening, so swollen, because I can feel it pulsing with that hungry need, that need to be filled.
But does he fill me?
No. He simply walks toward me, staring. Then he kneels before me, spreads my legs farther, and pushes my thighs upward.
“Very beautiful,” he says. “Pink and plump and perfect.”
“I…”
“What?”
“Thank you. I guess.”
“No, thank you.”
He moves forward then, and just when I think—hope, pray—he may slide his tongue across my folds…he stops, his face mere inches from my slit.
“So beautiful.” He inhales. “So fragrant. You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Angel?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Would you like me to suck on that pussy, Angel? Perhaps slide a finger into your cunt?”
His use of the C-word shocks me, but the shock wears off in a millisecond, and I find myself liking it. Liking the taboo of it. The dirtiness and the darkness.
Phantom is so suave. So debonair. Such a forbidden word from his full lips seems out of place.
Yet not so out of place.
“God, yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me in explicit detail what you’d like me to do to your pussy right now.”