Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
One night where I don’t have to worry about bills and my frail mother and gambling addicted father. Just a few hours of fun, reckless exploration before having to mop up some sorority brat’s hangover or begrudgingly hand my brother fifty bucks I know he isn’t going to payback.
I needed this for me.
And one night of filthy fun with Elias Whittington is definitely something I am doing for me.
My orgasm donor stands up and allows his callused thumbs a brief moment to caress my shoulders. It’s a mild touch, but it will undoubtedly always bring me back to the first time a man shaved me.
The only time.
Ohmygod…He actually shaved me!
There’s a tenderness in his tone that I want to wrap around and embrace forever as he says, “First, we wash you, little doll.” His index finger glides over to my cheek onto my lower lip. “Next, we feed you.”
As if it couldn’t have been orchestrated any better, my stomach loudly growls. In spite of the noisy intruder, I silently continue to stare up at the alluring, dark paradox.
This only happened because I wanted to experience something new.
And everything that’s happened since I stepped off that elevator has been unexpected and twisted. Demanding yet, in the same heartbeat, giving.
Something about the way he moves and the things he says makes him seem so insatiable, like no matter what the next day brings he’ll always be hungry for more of me and only me. I’ve never been the focal point of any man’s desire. If I’m honest with myself, even on dates, their eyes have always wandered to waitresses or other women. It’s always been easy to brush off because I’ve always been more worried about my own future career or caring for mom or keeping the men in my family from losing money we don’t have to spare. I swore leaving here would be easy after just a few hours of ecstasy, but the truth is, I don’t know if I have what it takes to pull myself out of this dark, delectable arrangement with the one and only Elias Whittington.
Chapter Five
Zel
I let a small grin slip onto my face as I roll over on the softest, as well as the yellowest, sheets I’ve ever slept on.
Apparently, Mr. Whittington likes his “new doll” in yellow.
Our shower/ shave/ finger fuck was followed by him cleansing me.
Every. Single. Inch.
Even the areas I’ve never let another man explore.
Using nothing but a silky, yellowy soap and his large, calloused bare hands, Elias lovingly scrubbed me down. He started at the bottom by kneading the arches of my feet and gradually worked his way up to my hair where it felt like he spent hours washing and conditioning. By the time he was finished, my entire body was too weak from relaxation to hold myself up, which I swear is what he wanted because he seemed all too eager to lay me on this bed and pat me dry with a thick, plush yellow towel before using a different one of the same shade to help tame my wet locks.
The moment my body touched the mattress he told me this would be my room for the next few months. That everything in it was mine to do with as I pleased. That every piece of clothing I come across is brand-new, just like the makeup, jewelry, sheets, and the self-care products. He firmly stated he would never give a “new doll” an old toy’s belongings. And on the heels of that declaration, came two more. Elias swore to me that he would treasure me and that his new doll would want for nothing while in his care.
Craziest shit is…I believed him.
I still believe him.
I let out a gleeful giggle and hug the goose-down pillow tighter and continue to recall the rest of our night together.
The new man in my life applied a yellow lotion that possessed the scent of pure opulence and felt like butter against my skin. His tone was so gentle he almost felt like a totally different person. Like a twin he had swapped personalities with while I was damn near dozing off to sleep. He took his time dressing me in extravagant yellow lingerie that caused his cock to swell each time he tightened a ribbon, and then even more time was spent with him combing my hair.
Complimenting it.
Promising me he’d take good care of every last strand.
The action of combing eventually led to me brushing while he watched, jerking himself off.
It was strange, yet so empowering to have a man so mesmerized by my hair.
By me.
All of a sudden, my stomach growls, anxious for another endless feast like the one we had last night.
Elias kept his word about feeding me once we were done in my room.
I ate like I had never eaten before.