Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
From one end of the massive room to the other, there were little groups of people gathered and stragglers wandering around taking it all in just as I was. There were couples, throuples, small groups, and larger ones lounging in an oversized corner sofa.
And they weren’t wearing a suit the way I was.
Instead, they wore silk robes, corsets, collars. They wore lace and leather and nothing but high heels. Some wore masks. Others wore nothing at all. Most outfits looked like they’d cost more than my first car, and yet not a single one of them felt like a costume. They were all luxurious, made with the finest fabric and leather.
My heart kicked like a bass drum in my chest.
Livia trailed her fingers down my arm and along the inside of my wrist before she wrapped her grip around me like a leash, subtle but firm. “Take a breath,” she said, her eyes watching me as I continued watching the room. “You’re safe here.”
She released me then, hands unfastening the large buttons of her coat. When she shrugged it off her shoulders and handed it to a woman waiting in the wings, all my attention snapped to her.
And if my heart was struggling before, it was ready to give out completely now.
Livia was wrapped in lace the color of luxury — rich, deep brown, just a shade darker than her skin, so close it blended and disappeared and teased. It was the kind of lingerie that didn’t scream for attention but demanded it anyway, subtle and masterful, like art hung in a museum too expensive to ever step foot in.
The bodysuit hugged every curve, delicate straps crossing over her chest in a way that framed her breasts without caging them, the lace dipping into a plunging V that ended just above her belly button. Her thighs were bare save for a sliver of matching garters, each one clasped to sheer, silky stockings that shimmered slightly in the low light. And those heels I’d had a sneak peek of all night were the same warm tone, a perfect match, with glossy red bottoms that caught the light every time she shifted her weight.
She was the sexiest person in the room.
And tonight, she was mine.
Even if it was just a lesson. Even if it was just a game. She was with me tonight, and I wanted every fucker in this place to know it.
“Goddamn, Liv,” I croaked, reaching out to stroke along the smooth, exposed skin at her hip with my knuckles. I teased the top of her garter, sliding my finger beneath the fabric and tracing along her thigh before I pulled back and let it snap against her skin. “You are always sexy, but seeing you like this… fuck, it makes me want to drop to my knees.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, gripping me by the lapels as she leaned in to whisper. “You will be.”
I swallowed, looking around the room. “I’m a little nervous.”
“That’s perfectly normal. But I’m here with you, and this is a safe place for you to learn. I will take care of you. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good. Now, before we go further, I need a few verbal agreements from you. First, do you agree to be more of a submissive tonight, to stay in your role as student, but also allow me to dive deeper into what I believe will bring you pleasure?”
“I think so.”
“I need more than that.”
“Well… what exactly are you referring to?”
She shrugged. “You not knowing is half the fun. I may praise you. I may degrade you. I may present you with toys you’ve never seen or heard of. The key here is trust. So… do you trust me?”
I swallowed thickly. “Yes. I trust you.”
Her lips curled. “Excellent. Now, remind me what our safe words are?”
“High stick,” I said with a laugh. “Which I already have, thanks to you dressed in this.” I plucked at the lace over her stomach.
Livia rewarded me with a buttery laugh, and then she hooked her arm through mine and led me farther into the house.
For a while, we just circled the room, Livia whispering into my ear about each person or group we passed. She squeezed my arm when I witnessed a man pull another man’s cock out and start rubbing him, and she chuckled with amusement when I full-on stopped to watch one of the women who’d been divvying out champagne glasses drop to her knees and start sucking a guest’s cock.
As suspected, I was hard and curious and a little uncomfortable by the time we’d made a full pass around the room, and that’s when we were approached by a couple who appeared to be in their mid- to late-fifties.
They were impossible to miss or overlook, both of them elegant and sexy and undeniably in charge.