Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Someone knocks on the door and I jump and close my legs in a rush.
‘It’s occupied,’ Zane snarls without breaking eye contact with me.
‘You can’t take over the whole Ladies. I’m going to complain to the staff,’ a woman yells back.
‘They’ll be here soon,’ I warn.
‘They won’t if they know what’s good for them,’ he says brutally.
‘Wow, all this macho shit is turning me on,’ I tease.
‘Then you’ll fucking love this,’ he says. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he fetches out something that looks like bits of straps attached to a blue jelly-like object.
‘What the hell is that?’ I ask curiously.
‘You’re going to wear this for the rest of the night,’ he says untangling the straps. ‘It’s a butterfly vibrator.’
‘What happens if I come while I’m eating my pork and broken rice?’
‘That dish will achieve a cult status,’ he says, unconcerned.
I giggle as he slips the larger strap around both my feet and the smaller straps around each foot. He pulls them up until the larger strap is around the widest part of my hips, and the other two snugly circle each thigh. The butterfly, complete with little wings, is made from some sort of pliable material, maybe rubber or silicone. It fits over my sex and even has a little curving tail that juts inside me.
‘Now what?’ I ask.
He takes a little blue gadget out of his other pocket. ‘There are nine settings and three speeds and we’ll find out what you like best.’
Someone pounds at the door. ‘Excuse me, Sir, but you can’t jam these doors. Open them immediately, or I’ll have to call the police,’ a man shouts.
I grin at Zane. ‘I’m ready if you are!’
The man bangs on the door again and rattles the handle. ‘Open it right now,’ he demands.
I jump off the counter and we walk towards the door. Zane opens it and the man who was shouting insults so aggressively deflates in the most spectacular manner possible. His eyes widen, he gulps audibly, and actually takes a long step back.
‘Oh! Sorry, Sir. I … I had no idea it was you,’ he stammers.
‘Good job,’ Zane says coolly and palms some money into the man’s surprised hand. As he escorts me to our table, the thought that I have given total control of my sexual pleasure to him is actually much hotter than I would ever have dreamed.
Hmmm … the butterfly vibrator.
Well, it starts off with a gentle hum that causes havoc to my ability to enjoy my pork and broken rice. Then it goes up a notch and does such a splendid job of totally turning me on. Desperate to come, I start to think that really it is only fair that I should share the blessing.
I lick my lips lasciviously and tell Zane that even though I’m sitting there with a vibrator strapped to my clit, I can’t think of anything else but wrapping my lips around his big dirty cock.
When his eyes widen with surprise I get even more filthy.
‘Just thinking about having your dick in my mouth is making me sooooo fucking wet. God, I want to be on my knees for you right now.’ I rub my neck suggestively and croon, ‘I’m all yours, baby. You’ve just got to come and get it.’
He retaliates by taking the butterfly from level one to four in a vicious rush. Oh, sweet baby Jesus. More vibrations race through me than I have ever thought possible. They cause fireworks of sensations. A very familiar pressure starts to mount, and I become terrified I’m going to climax and scream out right here in front of all these snooty people.
‘Oh My God! I can’t take it anymore. You have to stop it,’ I hiss at Zane.
‘Relax, you’re not there yet, rybka. Take a deep breath. I’m just building up the tension,’ he says unconcerned, but he does dial down the intensity to almost nothing.
Needless to say I refuse dessert.
The car journey is, as Stella would call it, a bit fraught. I just about make it out of the car and walk calmly up the steps. In the hallway Zane grabs me and pulls me to his study.
‘A whole mansion and you bring me here?’ I ask.
‘My biggest fantasy is of taking you here.’
‘Oh yeah? What was I doing in your fantasy?’
‘Lying across my table.’
I put a finger on his mouth. ‘Say no more.’
His eyes gleam.
I turn around and present my back to him. ‘Unzip me, please?’
I feel the warmth of his fingers down my back. The dress pools around my fabulous shoes. I step out of it and turn around. I am naked but for the butterfly vibrator that is barely humming. My thighs are glistening, my nipples are like little pebbles. His hand reaches out to grasp my naked flesh and I evade it easily.