Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
She doesn’t know who I am yet. I made a mistake before. I imagined her jaw dropping. But thank God she’s acting like she doesn’t know me, which is good.
I’m not using my actual voice. I’ve added a rasp to my low tones.
She wraps her arms around my neck, looks into my eyes.
I’m wearing colored contacts. A brown so dark it’s almost black, to conceal the hazel I know she would recognize. The black mask covers most of my face except for my mouth and chin.
Normally, I go shirtless when I come to the club, but tonight I’m wearing a leather vest that covers my chest. Mandy knows I have a tattoo of an eagle over most of my back. She’d recognize me in an instant if my upper body were uncovered.
She moves against me, and I wish I didn’t have this vest separating us. I want to feel her hard nipples abrading my chest.
Where the fuck did that thought come from?
We dance together through two songs, and then I have to pull back. I’m so hard, I’m almost sure she can feel the bulge in my jeans.
Am I really supposed to be her teacher? She was supposed to be scared. She was supposed to run the hell out of here.
I’m not used to going slowly at this club. When I find someone who’s willing to share a scene with me, we go all in. I’m a natural Dominant. I like to tie women up. Bind them, spank them, bring them to their knees.
And now…
Never before have I thought of Mandy in that position, kneeling before me, taking what I give.
Damn it, I want it. I want it more than anything.
But I can’t.
Except then I have to reject her. I can’t do that to her.
I never expected this to get so far. I assumed she’d whip those hands to her hips with a “hell, no!” once she saw the NDA.
Once I slipped a blindfold over her.
Once she saw the inside of the club.
But she hasn’t. She’s still here, and I won’t reject her. She has to reject me, and she will.
I answered her Lustr when she was looking for a teacher, so perhaps that’s what I should be. The teacher. I could teach her the kind of sex I like, take her to her limits, because no way will she go through with it.
Not Mandy Thomas.
Not my sweet and innocent Mandy Cake.
But I can’t stop myself from lowering my head, touching my lips to hers…
Sparks. Sparks that shoot through me, landing in my groin.
And when she parts her lips… Touches her tongue to mine…
I nearly explode.
I’ve known this woman most of my life, and this is the first time our tongues have touched.
The kiss is wet and slow and fills me with desire. Mandy… Oh my God, Mandy.
Her tongue is like silk and her lips like maple sugar.
I feel like a high school kid, making out at the school dance with the girl of my dreams.
Except…this isn’t the girl of my dreams.
This is Mandy. My best friend. No matter what she wants, I can’t do this to her.
I end the kiss.
A soft whimper escapes her throat. “Please…”
My attempt to scare her away hasn’t worked so far, so I’m going to have to get a little more proactive.
“Come on.” I take her hand and lead her off the dance floor to the door next to the bar—the door that leads to all the playrooms, both public and private.
“You ready?” I say as we stand in front of the closed door.
She nods. “I’m ready, Mr. Dark.”
Good. This ought to do it. I lead her through the door into the hallway, and then I open the first door on the left. It’s a large room, and whips, cuffs, floggers, and other tools hang from the walls. Several scenes are taking place. Closest to us is a threesome—two men and a woman—the woman’s mouth is held open by a spider gag, and one of the men is fucking her mouth. The other is behind her, ramming his cock into her.
Mandy goes rigid next to me.
Good. This should end soon.
In the next scene, a man is bound, trussed up like a turkey, while a woman sits on his face and forces him to eat her.
And then a scene I know will send Mandy running for the hills. A woman’s wrists are bound to a pole, her ass being whipped by a masked man dressed very similarly to how I’m dressed.
Yes, she’s rigid. Freaked. Frightened.
It’s only a matter of seconds before she leaves.
Except she doesn’t move.
So I have to make the move for her. “See anything you like?” I ask.
She nods.
Shit. Really?
Not my Mandy. Not my Mandy Cake.
“Teach me,” she says. “Teach me how to please a man.”
Fuck. It. All.
How have I been such a fool? Here I thought I was keeping Mandy safe from a random hookup with a guy from an app—and instead I’ve turned myself into that guy.