Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I start again, jolted out of my reverie. Fuck, what is wrong with me? The whole point of this visit is so that she can see my special surprise, and I’m only too happy to show it to her. As a result, I nod before taking another sip of fiery alcohol. It burns as it goes down my throat and into my gut, but that’s what I need because Emma is unexpectedly feisty and fiery ... and this surprise is going to light her on fire from the inside out.
10
Emma
The billionaire stares at me, his blue eyes so dark that they’re almost black. They’re filled with hunger, and my insides sizzle as that scorching gaze trails down my curves, taking in my big bust and wide hips, all the way down my legs, before coming back up the same territory and landing on my mouth. Unconsciously, I lick my lips and Logan goes immobile. Literally, the alpha male doesn’t move as he watches my pink tongue flicker over my glossy lips before disappearing once more.
“Cat got your tongue?” I purr saucily. “Or is it something else?”
The massive alpha male jolts, indescribably handsome in his dark suit. His black hair is brushed back, but somehow, there’s also a look of rakishness to the raven strands, as if he’s frustrated and desperate to be inside me. But he manages to hold it in even as power surges through his frame, his desire palpable in the air.
“No, I’m ready,” he rasps. “But I have a rule, sweetheart. All women who enter my playroom need to be nude. So take off your dress, sweetheart, because it’s time.”
I stare at him, but he nods again, square jaw clenching imperceptibly.
“You heard me, baby girl. It’s time to lose the dress, bra, and panties. Leave the heels, though. I like those.”
I stare at him once more, but inside, the ache in my pussy intensifies. I’ve been wet since the moment I walked through the door because Logan Blackshaw is promising me the world, and I desperately want to experience pleasure at his hands. I want him to rid me of this ennui, and the existential dread that permeates my soul whenever I think about my life. In his arms, I know that I’ll be transported somewhere different, fantastical, and yet safe at once. I belong to the alpha male, and instinctively already know that he’ll take care of me.
So with trembling fingers, I reach in back of myself to undo the zip of my dress. The pink material falls away from my torso like the petals of a flower opening, revealing large creamy breasts tipped by hard pink crests.
“Oh fuck,” Logan swears under his breath, his eyes fixed to the giant Double Ds. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
His cursing emboldens me, and I shimmy my hips a bit as the fabric drops over my hips before pooling on the floor. My dress was basically just a single tube, and now I’m standing before the billionaire, lush and wet, wearing just my pink stilettos and a tiny pair of filmy pink panties.
“Are you ready?” I mewl. “I know I am.”
Those blue eyes flare again, but Logan shakes his head.
“Not yet, baby. I want your panties off too. Like I said, I like my girls nude when they’re at my house.”
Oh my god, he was serious! Topless isn’t so bad because Europeans do it all the time. They don’t care about modesty and will literally sun themselves on the banks of the Seine River. But no panties? My cheeks flush as my fingers go hesitantly to the waistband of my lingerie.
“Yes, baby girl,” Logan hisses, his blue eyes skimming over the fabric to where it’s darkened at the center with fluids. “Show me your sweetness.”
With trembling fingers, I obey. I pull the g-string over my hips and down my legs, before stepping out of the fabric. Embarrassingly, I’m so drenched that there’s a long thread of pussy nectar connecting my cunt to the soaked gusset, and the transparent string glimmers in the light before breaking.
Logan makes a low noise in his chest of approval.
“You’re beautiful, honey,” he rasps. “Wet and swollen, and absolutely gorgeous, just the way a woman should be. Now follow me. I’ll show you the room.”
He begins walking down the hallway, and I teeter after him in my high heels, completely nude and yet utterly turned on as I trail his broad back. Halfway down the darkened hallway, he turns and puts his hand on the knob.
“Are you ready, Emma?” he growls, blue eyes flashing in the low lights. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” Without waiting for my reply, he opens the door and I step inside before letting out a gasp. Before me is an empty room, save for a sculptural piece in the middle. There’s a spotlight on it, and the air whooshes out of my lungs when I take it in because it’s a giant, freestanding dildo. The toy’s at least twelve inches long, and girthy too, with bulging veins running up and down the sides. It’s mounted on a black stand so that the dildo points straight up, already oiled and lubed, glistening in the low lights.