Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Inspiring.”
“How inspiring?” I asked. He flipped his camera and gave me a peek at his erection straining against a pair of navy-blue silk pajama pants. I whistled. “Wow. Purple mountains’ majesty inspiring.”
“It’s not purple!” He pulled the waistband down, freeing his dick to pop out and slap against his stomach.
I snorted. “This is so sexy.”
“This is reality.” He switched the camera back. “If you want fantasy, you have to come with me to my club. Now, strip down to those panties.”
“One of your sex resorts?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head.
“No, my kink club. It’s private, with strict membership criteria.” He groaned softly and said, “God, I miss your tits.”
“What would we do at this kink club?” I asked, shimmying my skirt down and kicking it aside.
He sucked in a breath, considering. “Ideally, I’d want to have you as a full-time, round-the-clock, twenty-four-seven sub. But I don’t even know if you’re into dominance and submission, and full-time isn’t something you could do right away. The first time, we would explore all of your options.”
It was a good plan; anything I knew about doms and subs came straight from Wattpad. I probably needed to do a little more research into the subject to figure out if it was something I wanted to do, or something I just enjoyed reading about. I batted my eyelashes and put on a breathy voice. “I am interested in that stuff. But I need a tutor. Will you teach me, please?”
“You’re killing me.” His voice dropped into an oddly commanding, seductive pitch. “I’ll teach you anything you want.”
“Because you can make all my fantasies come true, right?”
“Princess, I’ll make fantasies you didn’t even know you had come true.”
I whimpered. “Will you please tell me about them, Mister M?”
“Ooh, Mister M. I like that.” He looked like he was blushing. “Tell you what. Let’s get you into a position where I have a great view of your hand in those panties, and I’ll tell you a naughty story.”
It took a few tries and some sheepish laughter, but with the help of the pillows, I got the phone set up right between my legs while I leaned against my headboard.
“Perfect. I can see everything,” he confirmed. “Your pretty face. Your gorgeous body.”
“Everything but the main event?” I asked, rubbing my fingers over the cotton crotch of my panties.
“That’s the point. It’s a tease. For both of us.” He switched the phone to his other hand and put his arm behind his head, getting comfortable.
“Settling in for a long one?” I teased him, hoping that’s exactly what he was doing.
“I said I was going to tell you a story,” he reminded me. “So let me tell you one. And let’s make it interactive.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Let’s say this is our first session. To get your feet wet.”
“Not just my feet, I hope.”
He laughed. “Not just your feet. I want you to get to know me as a dom, at least a little bit. You might not like my expectations. And that’s fine. I am still happy to fuck you and watch you get fucked by other people, even if it’s not because I’ve ordered you to fuck them.”
The thought sent chills of longing over my skin, and I realized that right now, we’d reached something important. A precipice and a great fall that I might not return from. When my curiosity was satiated, would my sexual self still belong to me? Or, would I gladly surrender myself to Matt’s sexual whims and never look back?
There was only one way to find out, and it started with, “Once upon a time.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
(Matthew)
There were so many things I wanted to do to the woman shamelessly displaying herself for me. So many scenarios I could concoct in my mind. Her proclivity for exhibitionism unlocked a Pandora’s box of possibilities, each more deviant then the last. I could see her tied to the roulette table in the game room, legs shackled open to take on whichever lucky gambler’s number came up. Or bent obediently over the bar in the night club, ready to serve my guests. To serve me, on her knees, sucking my cock for all to see.
“Tell me a story, Mr. M,” she pleaded, rubbing herself over the panties. “You promised.”
“It’s not your place to tell me what to do,” I scolded her. “Get your hand away from your cunt.”
I let my imagination run wild for a moment longer and began, “Once upon a time, there was a particularly bratty princess—”
“Hey!” she objected, hands obediently at her side.
“See?” I went on. “She always had a smart mouthed retort for everything the dragon said—”
“You’re the dragon?”
“And that’s why he gagged the princess before he played with her.” And I would have to; it was difficult to stay in character when I found her so god damn charming. “You have to be my hands. Cup your breasts.”