Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Except for the color in my cheeks. I’d been blushing nonstop since the moment I’d gotten Mike’s first message this morning.
Thinking about him made my pussy clench involuntarily behind the seal that had come to seem almost normal. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the ever-present bulk of the medium plug. I had been trying not to look at it, on the bathroom counter, since taking it out and cleaning it the morning after what I couldn’t keep from calling, to myself, my naked night. Putting it in again on Mike’s instruction though had seemed, dismayingly, almost normal; having it there now was a gentle, constant pressure that reminded me with every step that I belonged to someone. That I was here, waiting for him.
A motion caught my eye outside—an expensive-looking sports car pulling up to the curb, to the space marked ‘Sponsor Parking.’
The app chimed at the same moment, and I saw Mike starting to climb out of the car. For the next two minutes I stood there, feeling frozen in place, watching the door, wondering if I should open it—wondering what would happen when my sponsor came through it.
The lock disengaged with a soft click, and Mike stepped in, dressed in a dark suit and aviators, emanating the kind of calm, deliberate energy that seemed to make every molecule in the room pay attention. He swept his sunglasses off and smiled at me, not a huge smile, but enough to make my stomach do a sickening little flip.
I tried to say something cool, something sophisticated, but all that came out was, “Hi.” I wanted to die.
“Hi yourself,” Mike said, and the second the door clicked shut behind him, he set down his own bag and—before I could react—put both hands gently on my face and kissed me. It was not a polite greeting. It was not a chaste peck. It was full-on, mouth open, his tongue sliding between my lips and his body pressing me back against the wall so hard I thought I’d melt right down into the floor.
His hands slid from my jaw to my waist, then lower, gripping the curve of my hips through the thin cotton. The pressure made me arch into him, and I realized with a jolt of humiliation that my nipples were already stiff against the inside of my dress. Mike’s tongue was in my mouth, his breath hot, and I could feel the plug shift inside me with each little wriggle of my hips. I whimpered into his mouth—actually whimpered—and the sound seemed to please him. He broke the kiss, lips lingering at the corner of my mouth.
“You look beautiful,” he said, voice low in that way that vibrated straight through my bones. “You ready?”
I nodded, breathless. He kissed me once more, softer this time.
“Show me,” he said.
I blinked up at him for a moment, and then the blood rushed to my face as I understood what he meant. I pretended I didn’t: I didn’t have a choice. I pointed to my suitcase.
“Everything’s in there,” I chirped. “And thanks so much for the shopping trip. I loved it!”
Mike smiled, his eyes narrowing. He shook his head slowly and deliberately. I felt his hand slide around my hip and downward. I whimpered again as he took hold of my bottom through the sundress, through the skimpy blue panties I’d chosen because I thought Mike would like them.
He squeezed, hard enough to make me gasp. His hand was huge, warm, possessive. I tried to wriggle away, but he just pulled me closer, his other hand still cupping my cheek.
“Laura,” he murmured, his voice a little playful, a little dangerous. “You know exactly what I want to see.”
I went rigid for a second, hoping maybe I could bluff my way through. “Mike… sir, I—”
He cut me off with a slow, knowing smile. “That was cute. But now you’ve lost your panty privileges.” His grip on my hip tightened, and I felt a jolt of shame and excitement run through me. “Take them off for me. Right now.”
I couldn’t speak. My heart was hammering so hard I thought I might pass out. But there was no arguing with his tone, or the look in his eyes. I reached under my sundress and hooked my fingers into the waistband. The blue panties slid down my thighs with agonizing slowness; I bent my knees, stepped out of them, and bunched the cotton in my fist. I handed them over, unable to look him in the eye.
He took them with a little flourish, balling them up and sliding them into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “Good girl. Now show me the plug.”
I wanted to melt into the floor. But I hiked up my dress and turned around, feeling the air hit my bare bottom and the plug shift inside me as I bent forward. I thought I heard Mike’s breath catch slightly behind me, as if the sight moved him. Then I felt his huge hand was on my ass, lifting the skirt higher, cool and detached and admiring all at once.