Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
She stops a few feet away from me, suddenly looking out of place. She eyes me curiously as if she is waiting for my direction.
“Get undressed,” I order, leaning against the desk casually.
She doesn’t move. Her gaze is locked on me, and even from across the room, I can see her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I know I agreed to do whatever you want, and I will, but I would really appreciate it if you would tell me what’s going to happen exactly? I mean, you said we’ll get to know each other first before we…”
“Fuck?” I finish for her.
“Yes, that.” Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink, and I feel a grin tuck on my lips.
“I wasn’t planning on fucking you tonight. I simply asked you to undress so I can look at you.”
She takes a final deep breath before doing what I asked her to. She starts with the blouse, taking much too long with each button due to her shaky fingers. Next, she takes off her shoes, then she fumbles with the zipper on her jeans.
It’s the least sexy striptease I have ever seen, yet my cock is growing rapidly in my pants. Clumsily, she pulls her jeans down her slender legs, almost falling over in the process.
Straightening up, she pauses when all that’s left is her underwear. I give her a nod, encouraging her to keep going. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and lets it slide down her shoulders. Her perky breasts come into view, and the sight is pumping all the blood in my body straight to my cock.
Her taut nipples are a soft pink, sitting perfectly centered on her heavy breasts. Dipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she slides them down her body until she is standing in front of me completely naked.
I watch her hands twitch. She wants to cover up but manages to keep her arms by her side so I can get a good look at her pussy. It’s shaved, almost like she knew how I like it. I take her body in, scanning every inch of her creamy skin, wondering if it’s as soft as it looks.
She clears her throat, making my eyes snap up to her face. Defiance mixed with fear and annoyance is written all over her face.
“I’m cold,” she states, her bottom lip shaking slightly.
“Don’t move.” I step into the closet and pick out a nightgown for her. The fabric is a deep blue silk and will look amazing on her.
Returning to the bedroom, I am pleased to see she hasn’t moved.
“Who do these clothes belong to?” she asks when I hand her the nightgown.
“They’re yours.”
“I mean before,” she whispers as she slides the silky piece of fabric on.
“Are you jealous, Amara?”
“Just curious.” She shrugs.
“They are yours. They never belonged to anyone else. I bought them for you.”
“How? You didn’t know I was going to come until a few hours ago…” I can practically see the wheels turning inside her pretty little head. “You planned this?”
“I might have seen this outcome ahead of time,” I admit. “I visited your father two weeks ago. I gave him an ultimatum then. Told him in fourteen days it would be money or… you.”
Her plump lips slightly part, and her eyes go impossible wide. Quickly her shock turners into something else… hurt. A deep pain settles in her gaze, and I almost feel bad for mentioning it. Judging by her facial expression, the realization that her father knew and didn’t warn her pains her more than anything else she experienced today.
“There is a toothbrush for you in the bathroom and other things you might need,” I offer. “Go get ready for bed.”
She gives me a tiny nod before disappearing into the bathroom. I take that time to get undressed myself, locking the door, and stashing my gun in the nightstand’s hidden compartment.
Amara returns a few minutes later. Her eyes are glued on my body as she hesitantly walks to the bed. I left my boxers on, but she is clearly fascinated by my bare chest.
She stops right in front of me, and so close, I can see the red around her eyes. She was crying in the bathroom but dried her tears before coming out. My little toy doesn’t want to show any weakness.
“Lie down,” I order, and watch her crawl into my bed.
Turning off the light, I slide in next to her, pulling the blanket over us both. Darkness settles over us, but my eyes remain wide open.
“Why is my father’s debt so important to you? You clearly have enough money,” Amara whispers after a while.
“If I let one person’s debt go, no matter how small, others will expect the same.” There are no exceptions, no loopholes, or second chances. I will get paid one way or another.