The Man Upstairs Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
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It was at least an hour later when Rosie and I were done, panting wrecks, lying together on the bed as we calmed, with the light streaming in. Rosie’s phone had been ringing a few times, so it shouldn’t have been a shock when a knock sounded from our hotel room door.

“Shit!” Rosie laughed, and jumped up, fishing for a t-shirt from her case. I disappeared into the bathroom and grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist while she went for the door. Damn. Lola and Peter were already dressed for a meal and the bar downstairs.

Lola giggled when she saw us. She looked absolutely stunning in a sequined dark blue dress, her hair braided with a ribbon of the same colour. Peter was in a suit himself, and he looked good for it. His tie was Windsor knotted, in a blue that matched Lola’s outfit. Fantastic.

“Guess we interrupted you,” Peter said, laughing too.

“Head on down,” I said. “We’ll join you shortly.”

They nodded, but Lola pulled Rosie in for a hug before they went. She didn’t stop there, either. She teetered across the carpet in high heels and wrapped me up tight in her arms. She smelt like bright floral perfume, and the touch of her bare arms against my skin was a delight. It would have usually been enough to drive me crazy. But it didn’t. Not this time.

I didn’t feel even the slightest hint of attraction to the girl in my arms, despite the fact she was cute, young, sweet and quirky. Not a thing. I didn’t get a hard-on, nor the desire to pin her to the messy bed and fist her tight little cunt. Nothing.

The demons of addiction didn’t show their faces.

“Thank you,” she said. “I just can’t believe we’re here with you. It’s amazing.”

“You’re very welcome,” I told her, and before she pulled away, I used the opportunity to whisper a request, since Rosie was speaking with Peter. “I need to talk to you actually. I need your help.”

She was startled, pulling away to look up at me.

“Are you ok?” she whispered back.

“Yes, yes. I just need some of your time in private, please. Just for a chat. Nothing ominous. Not in the slightest.”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll make sure we get some time later.”

“Thank you.”

We waved them off down the corridor, and Rosie was like a whippet into the shower as I chased after her. We soaped ourselves down, and dried each other with grins before getting ready. Rosie styled and straightened her hair and put more makeup on than usual. Her eyelashes were stunningly thick and fluttery behind her glasses, and her lips were pink and glossy.

She grabbed her new dress from her case, but all I saw was a flash of pink as she dashed on back through to the bathroom.

“No peeking!” she said again as my eyes followed her.

I was ironing my new white shirt when she stepped back out. Her dress was pastel pink, and gripped her sweet little body like a glove, giving just a hint of her gorgeous little tits peeking out over the neckline. It was short, barely covering her beautiful ass, and the iron stopped dead in my hand.

“Does it look ok?” she asked with a twirl, and I put the iron aside so I didn’t scorch my shirt to shit.

The sparkle of confidence was there in her, mischievous. And there it was, just a hint of the Lilith I was coming to know so well. She knew she looked great. Finally. Her self-worth growing in her physicality, as well as her soul.

“Exquisite,” I told her, as she stepped on over. “Be careful, or I’ll have to take you back to bed again.”

I could have happily played filthy games with her all night long, but she picked up the iron herself and carried on with my shirt. I ran my hand down over the slope of her back as she did it, consumed by her perfection. Her glasses were the most adorably sweet contrast. Words could do no justice.

She held the shirt up for me when it was done, and I slipped it on. She buttoned it up for me with a cheeky grin.

“Show me your suit, then. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

“My pleasure.”

I dressed for her slowly, emphasising how powerfully I buckled up my belt. I knotted my tie in front of her, remembering my time as a professor, getting ready for my day. This suit wasn’t like my regular ones, it was tailored in just the way it should be, fitting me perfectly. It was black, and my deep green tie was a great contrast, accentuating my eyes. I knew what looked good on me. I’d had enough experience of using my appearance to my advantage.

“Will I pass?” I asked her, doing a silly twirl.



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