Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I think your friend is plenty busy,” I say with a grin, nodding at where she and Thomas are practically sitting on top of each other. “Tommy will tell her where we are if she asks.”
Riley glances over her shoulder and snickers softly at the sight.
“Is Tommy the friend you told me about?” she asks.
“The one and only,” I confirm with a playful roll of my eyes. “Your friend is in good hands, Princess. Do you want a tour of the back rooms?”
“I do.”
“Up, then.”
Her breath hitches in excitement as I guide her up off my lap, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her like this. I rise up, not allowing her to step back, simply turning her and guiding her through the crowd toward the entrance to the back rooms. A few of the regulars who recognize me nod, raking their eyes over Riley and raising their glasses in a silent toast to my conquest.
I ignore them aside from a smug grin, leading Riley toward the velvet rope that separates the two sides of The Echelon. The guard there knows me, unclipping the rope and gesturing us through with a respectful nod.
I let Riley fall into step beside me now, pulling her tight to my side and wrapping my arm around her waist as we walk down the hallway. The noises reach us before the sights do, moans and slaps of leather and wood against skin, and pleas and gratitude floating through the air.
The room opens up in front of us, and I keep Riley moving even as she stumbles, her pretty mouth dropping open in surprise as she stares around with wide eyes. Her cheeks go red under her mask as she watches the different displays of debauchery, hardly noticing when I pull her to a halt in the middle of the room.
She jumps at the strike of a paddle on someone’s ass, trembling slightly at the ragged moan of thanks that follows the hit. A harsh swallow makes her throat throb when her eyes fall on the woman blindfolded and strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross, a group of people running their hands over her bare skin, offering pleasure and pain in equal measures. She shifts, squeezing her thighs together at a young man writhing in bliss as his Domme works him over with a riding crop.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest as I hold her close, laying slow, meandering kisses up the length of her throat.
“What do you think?” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
She laughs breathlessly, arching everywhere I’m touching her like she’s desperate for it.
“It’s… a lot to take in at once,” she admits quietly.
There’s no hiding the desperate arousal in her voice.
It’s exactly what I wanted to hear.
“I know.” I guide her away from the thick of it all, toward the room I had Thomas set up. “You’ll do great when we get there, but there’s no need to worry about all that tonight. I got us a private room.”
She relaxes slightly as I lead her toward the back wall of the room, where a row of private suites awaits.
“Boy Scout, huh?” she teases.
I nip at her neck, just hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m always prepared for anything.”
She giggles as I tap in our access code and tug the door open, gesturing her inside. The room isn’t huge, but it’s well-appointed. A large, comfortable bed rests in the center, with nightstands stocked with lube, condoms, towels, and bottles of water on either side of it. A small toy chest sits at the foot of the bed, holding a few select impact pieces that are favorites of mine, along with a couple vibrators. I don’t intend to use anything but my hands and my cock tonight, but I’m always prepared.
A floor-to-ceiling mirror rests on the wall opposite the bed, just to the side of the door, and my blood rushes in anticipation. She doesn’t know it yet, but that mirror is one of the biggest parts of my plans for the night.
“Sit, Princess.”
I nod my head toward the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror, and she takes a seat without question, looking up at me as I crowd in beside her, tugging her face closer so she has no choice but to notice how hard I am for her. Her mouth drops open in silent invitation. If I didn’t have this planned out, I’d be tempted to bury my cock down her throat right now.
“Such a good girl for me already. Look in the mirror so you can see just how pretty you are.”
She glances up to meet my eyes before following my instruction, taking in the sight of the two of us in the mirror, side by side. Her arm is wrapped around my thigh, her shoulder pressed into my hip as I trace my fingertips over the bare skin of her neck and down toward her collarbone.