Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
"That was beautiful," he told me with a hoarse voice. "You're a very good dancer, Kitty. Classically trained?"
"Not yet," I shook my head.
"I could tell."
"Oh?" My face fell instantly.
"Your dance may lack the educated moves, but you make up for it with passion." He smiled at me with affection. "How come you never trained as a dancer?"
"I could never afford it."
His face softened at the sound of my words. "I'm sure that will change after your pay day."
"I hope so." I allowed myself to smile. "Now I just have one request, Sir."
He sat back in his armchair while I picked myself up. "What's your request, Kitty?"
I smiled, saying, "I want you to dance with me, Sir."
"Oh..." He hesitated, pondering my words. But I saw something inside him shift, and he seemed to change his mind. "Okay then. Let's do it."
"Do you know the steps to the waltz?"
"Yes."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's dance," I smiled wide.
I hadn't danced with many men, but from the way Grayson held my body, I knew he was confident in his movements, confident enough to spin me on the hardwood without slipping up once.
I looked up at him with admiration. "You're not half bad. Where did you learn?"
"I had to learn," he smiled as he held me close. "Part of being a gentleman."
He was confident and suave, and his grip on me was just firm enough to assert his dominance over me. I leaned into him and he took note, smiling with growing warmth in his eyes. When his lips turned up, I found myself staring at his mouth, wondering when he would finally break this tension and kiss me.
I was eager to ask, eager to know. But I forced myself to stop before the question could float from my lips. Still, from the amused look on Grayson's face, I knew he'd guessed what I was wondering about.
As the music reached its crescendo, he leaned in closer. Now his mouth was an inch away from mine. I could feel his minty, cool breath on my lips, and my tongue darted out, licking at the remains of his exhale.
"You're so desperate, aren't you, Kitty?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "Wondering when I'm going to kiss those pretty, full lips..."
"I wasn't," I defended myself weakly, and he just chuckled, knowing as well as I did that I was lying through gritted teeth. "I was just-"
"Maybe I should," he went on. "I want to know if you taste as good as you smell..."
His lips brushed mine then and I froze mid-song, shivering in his arms. "What are you doing?"
"Savoring you," he muttered before touching his lips to mine again. "And goddamn, you taste incredible, Kitty..."
I couldn't take it anymore. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him in against mine, deepening our kiss. I could feel the ghost of his smile against my mouth as he responded, his cock jumping between us as I pushed my tongue into his mouth.
He tasted like every dream I'd ever had coming true. I couldn't get enough. My body melted into his embrace and I allowed his hands to explore my body while we kissed. He grabbed my ass, making me shriek as he carried me over to the bed in the room.
"I'm not just going to taste your lips tonight," he muttered against my lips.
I was too far gone to speak. Not trusting my voice, I blushed as a moan tore itself from my lips and Grayson explored my body with his tongue, fingers and eyes. I writhed beneath his watchful gaze and he caged my body, climbing on top of me on the bed.
"Perfect," he muttered as he watched me squirm beneath him. "So breathtakingly perfect."
I blushed as he leaned over me, his mouth kissing a line from my lips down my chin, neck, to my chest and then ever lower. I was eager, desperate for his touch, raising my hips to meet his lustful lips and making him chuckle. I wanted so much more.
Finally, Grayson's lips touched my pussy and I mewled in surprise. I hadn't done anything like that before. Hadn't ever had a man lick me, kiss me... there. It felt incredible, and Grayson's touch was that of an expert, bringing me closer and closer to pleasure as I quivered beneath him.
"Remember your promise, Kitty," he reminded me. "No coming."
I whimpered. It was harder than he thought—or perhaps this was the goal of his cruel little game, to push my every boundary until I was begging him for the sweet release of an orgasm. But he'd treated me so well that day, given me everything I'd ever dreamed of, and I wanted to give him back the pleasure he'd offered me. I restrained myself, reduced to a mess of moans as he continued his gentle assault on my body.