Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I shivered, doing my best to catch my breath. I locked onto the only part of that sentence that didn’t send me into a tailspin of erotic desperation. “Witch?”
He grinned. “It suits you.” Lowering his head, bringing our eyes more in line from his taller height, he whispered, “And it’s the truth. You have to be a witch. You intrigued me this afternoon, and now that you’re here, I find myself...enjoyably aroused.” Taking my hand, he tugged me forward. “Want to feel how aroused?” Looking around for any dog walkers or elderly couples out for a nighttime stroll, he oh so casually pressed my hand against the very hard, very big stick in his trousers.
I gasped and tried to pull away.
He bit his bottom lip, holding me against him for a moment before opening his fingers and letting me go. “You must be a witch to drag that sort of response out of me. This is my job. I meet gorgeous women all the time. I dally with all kinds of partners and like all kinds of kink, but you...you seem to have a talent at drawing out a side of me that I haven’t felt in a while.”
I tripped back a step, every part of me smouldering. “W-What side?”
Crowding me, he murmured, “The side that craves to protect you because you look all jittery and spooked, like a baby deer about to bolt. But there’s another part of me, the stronger, wolfish part that very much wants to chase after you and devour every single delicious, wet piece.”
I had a heart attack.
Right there.
I’m dead.
Steam feathered off my skin from the way he made my insides burn. “You’re...um, you’re very forward.”
“And you like it.” He fisted himself through his jeans. “That’s why you’re a witch. You give off these helpless vibes, these ‘Oh shit, I don’t know what I’m doing here because I’m far too much of a good girl for this filth’ vibes, all while the hidden parts of you are begging, fucking begging, to be thrown to the ground and fucked like the very dirty, very naughty girl you truly are.”
My mouth hung open as my brand-new knickers became drenched with need.
I couldn’t speak.
He’d undone me. Unthreaded every part of life until I no longer knew who I was.
“Am I wrong?” he whispered. “Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll get on my knees in apology.” He winked. “Unless you’re into that? Perhaps I’ve read you incorrectly, and you’re a secret Dominatrix instead of a submissive just dying to be controlled.”
“I-I—”
He backed up, crossing his arms. “Let’s just get a few things straight before I completely lose my mind, alright? You came here on your own accord, correct? No one forced you to come here. It isn’t a dare gone bad or something you’re regretting already? I know you read the flyer. I saw you in your car, so I know you’re aware of what this place is.” Waving his hand at the big top behind him, he smiled like a hungry shark. “You know what goes on in there, and you also know the chances of you getting fucked seven ways to Sunday is extremely high if you step inside.”
I shuddered.
A full-body shiver that felt like a thousand tiny orgasms all at once. Licking my lips, doing my best to school my out-of-control heart, I said, “And if I stepped inside...would you...would you be the one doing the fucking?”
He laughed out loud, thick and dark, rough and gravelly. “Usually, I oversee the fucking. I’m on the clock, after all. I don’t participate that much these days. But...” Stepping back into me, he cupped my face with slightly scratchy palms.
Palms weathered from wielding sledgehammers in the rain.
Another flush of wetness.
Another lash of heat.
“But?” I breathed.
“I could be swayed to make an exception...for you.”
I trembled as a slideshow of possibilities filled me. Images of sleeping with this stranger. Letting him inside me. Letting him dominate me. Letting others watch him do those dirty things.
But what if someone I knew was in the crowd? What if I went to work on Monday and my boss had intimate knowledge of my come face or how I sounded when someone spanked me?
Oh God.
The horror.
Fear and propriety doused me in ice water. My hands flew up to his wrists, my fingers curling tight around him. “I, eh...I think I might’ve made a mistake.”
“Mistake?” He reared back, but his hands didn’t stop cupping me. “How so? I can practically smell your lust from here.”
“What if...what if people see? People I know?”
He smirked. “If they’re watching you, they’re here for the same reasons. We make everyone sign exclusive NDAs. We might be a circus, but we are a legitimate business with legalities and disclaimers. What goes on here, stays here.”
“Oh.”
Good but not foolproof.
“We have a licence to do what we do and prefer to move around rather than stay in one city.”