Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I hand my ticket to the valet and wait until he brings me my car. Getting behind the wheel, I slip through the iron gates and out onto the street. All the way home, I’m going half the speed limit and paying close attention to the other drivers. Thankfully, I arrive without injuring anyone or getting arrested. At least something is working out for me.
I park and hurry into the building, holding my breath until I’m in my apartment. Closing the door, I lean against it in relief. Francisco knows where I live, so I’m not entirely safe, but the mere fact that there’s a wall between me and the rest of the world puts my mind at ease.
I shake my head, peeling the dress off right there in the living room. I stand there in my bra and underwear, folding the expensive gown back into its box. I pull the shoes off and dump them inside, yanking the earrings off and unlatching the necklace from around my throat.
What in the world was I thinking going to that party? I should have refused the gift in the first place. Wasn’t I aware that gifts come with strings? I don’t want to owe Francisco anything. I need to get away from his orbit as quickly as possible, and if that means I have to move and change my name again, so be it.
I realize I can’t go back to that house. I can’t pick up my check from Frankie, and I can’t continue tutoring him. It’s too dangerous. And the crazy part is that it’s only dangerous because I’ve lost control over my own body. When I’m close to Francisco, I have trouble thinking. I can’t sort out right from wrong. And I don’t trust myself not to do something stupid, which is more than enough reason to leave.
I’ll return the dress in the morning and tell him I quit. Depending on how he takes it, I’ll either find a new place to live or get on with my life. Hopefully, he’ll accept my resignation with the same restraint that he showed when I left the ballroom floor just an hour ago.
I strip down completely and take a shower, washing off the magic of the evening. My head is full of images of beautiful people in expensive clothing, dancing under twinkling lights. How wonderful it would be to forget the past and allow myself to become one of them. If only life were always like that. If only the majesty of the party didn’t come with an equally powerful dark side. I could get used to all the glitz and glamor. It was the murder and mayhem that I couldn’t abide.
Donning my comfiest pair of pajamas, I climb into bed, turning off the bedside lamp. My pillow is wonderfully soft, and the bed is all mine. There are no confusing men to share the sheets with, thank goodness. I feel like I’ve dodged a bullet.
I slip into a deep sleep after a few moments, but Francisco refuses to let me go, even in my dreams.
I see him in his mansion, standing beside the band. He’s got his back to me as he speaks to the violin player. All the dancers fade away until it’s only me and him in the gigantic room.
He turns around and offers me his hand. I take it, and he leads me out onto the dance floor where we fall into each other’s arms. I put my head down on his chest, but this time, his cologne becomes a silver chain that wraps itself around my arms.
I start to panic, and he picks me up, kissing me fiercely. I forget about the jewelry that’s holding me down and kiss him back. Then suddenly, there’s a bed in the middle of the dance floor.
Francisco lowers me gently onto the covers and begins to undress me. My hands are free once again, allowing me to stroke his jaw. It’s smooth and sharp all at the same time, the perfect vision of manhood.
In the dream, I know there’s something I’m forgetting. I can’t remember why I’m supposed to resist, and it doesn’t seem important. I fall back against the pillows, dragging him with me. We descend into pleasure with the aching realization that this is what we both want. He covers me with his body, and all I can think is, at long last!
I’m exhausted from holding back. I come at him like a bullfighter, eager to devour him and have him devour me. I take his thick cock into my mouth, and that’s when I wake up.
I can still feel the weight of it against my tonsils for a moment as I toss around, searching for the light switch. I’m sweating and breathing heavily, as if I’ve actually been fooling around with him. Good grief! I can’t believe the depth of my perversion. What would Francisco think if he knew I was dreaming about sucking his cock?