Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Not yet, cara mia. Wait for permission.”
Wait…what?
“You don’t come until I tell you.”
There’s that bossy tone again. His cocky dictates. I shouldn’t love it so much, but I do. It’s like he knows some secret about sex or this encounter that I don’t. He has a plan. He’s the master of the scene.
I breathe hard, trying to hold off the impending orgasm that shimmers and simmers right at the brink.
“Please?” I pant. I swear I don’t think I can hold it off any longer.
He continues slamming into me, his balls swinging to tap my clit, the head of his cock driving deep.
“Now, bambina. Come now, sweetheart.”
The moment he commands it, I come.
“Yeah!” he roars, slamming his cock deep inside me as he comes. My pussy squeezes around his cock, as wave after wave of release flows through me.
My mind goes blank, and I enjoy the sensation of complete surrender and satisfaction.
After a few moments, Bobby brings me back, easing out of me and murmuring, “Thank you, Lexi. That was hot.” He strokes his hand down the length of my back, his touch light.
“Mmm,” I moan, too relaxed to move.
He kisses my nape and moves away. I float again until the sensation of a warm washcloth between my thighs brings me back to the moment. I’m surprised at the gesture, but maybe I shouldn’t be.
Despite his roughness in bed, Bobby is the caretaking type. He took care of me at the club, and he took care of me here. Even during the sex, he was an extremely sensitive lover, completely in tune with me. I wonder what he would’ve done if he’d found me dry and tense, as sometimes happens when I get nervous about sex. Would he have taken the time to learn how to unlock my secrets as he claimed? It seems like he already knows them because he just revealed something about me I hadn’t known: I like being used. Commanded.
Maybe Gina was right all along. A sugar daddy is exactly what I need.
“Kick off your shoes now,” he murmurs and pulls down the covers of the bed.
I obey, and he slides an arm under my knees to lift me onto the bed, climbing over me. As if to prove my theory, he’s careful to pull my hair out from under my shoulders.
He kisses me roughly. “I’m definitely keeping you, doll.”
Bobby
When Lexi stiffens, I have to remind myself that I can’t always say all the dominant possessive things in my head to a woman. Especially not one I just met, no matter how submissive and willing she may seem.
I do want her, though. I want to keep her in my spare apartment and treat her like a princess and a sex slave. Tie her up, spank her, spoil her with nice things. I want those eager-to-please eyes on my face while she’s on her knees, her mouth stretched around my cock.
I could probably move in for the kill right now. It sounded like she needed cash rather urgently. But I don’t want to coax her into something that makes her nervous, even though I easily could. I want her to be the one offering.
So I pull the covers up and kiss her forehead. “Stay here tonight, doll. Order up room service in the morning. Buy yourself something nice from the gift shop and charge it to the room.” I get dressed and drop a wad of bills on the dresser. There’s probably three or four hundred dollars there. I don’t count it because I don’t want her to feel cheap. I’m not paying for sex. Sugar daddies don’t pay for sex, they provide support in exchange for the privilege of ownership.
“This is for you to treat yourself tomorrow,” I tell her. “If you decide you want a sugar daddy, you know where to find me.”
I leave it at that. I don’t get her number. Don’t leave her mine.
I hope to see her again, but I’m not gonna push.
She leans up on her elbows, her breasts separating. It’s damn hard not to crawl back in bed and kiss that space between them. Follow it up to her neck and behind her ear.
But no, she’s skittish. I’ve already come on strong. If I stay, she might tuck her tail and run in the morning. Better to let her come to me when she’s ready.
Either she wants to be owned or she doesn’t.
I strongly suspect she’ll realize she does.
I hope so. Because Lexi seems absolutely perfect for me.
Chapter Four
Lexi
This morning, I woke in the luxury hotel suite with my body sore in all the right places. I ordered room service. Bought myself a swimsuit at the gift shop and sat in the hot tub. Lived it up. It was ah-mazing.
Bobby left me over four hundred dollars to “treat” myself. Sadly, the only treat I’ll get is paying off the rent I owe. I didn’t have time to run back to my apartment to find the building manager and pay it off before work. At this point, what difference does it make when he gets the money–Saturday or Sunday? I’ll get it to him before Monday. That’s all that matters.