Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Confusion crosses his face as my words roll around in his head. “It wasn’t a hit, it was a sexual slap.”
“It was out of fucking line, that’s what it was.” I don’t know what to say next without acting psychotic so I storm from the room, I find myself marching up the hallway to the bedroom. My blood is pumping hard through my body, is it arousal, is it rage, or is it sheer petrifaction…who knows?
Too much, too fast and way too much chemistry.
This is totally out of my depth and I’m freaking the hell out. I bust through the bedroom door, throw the robe on and begin to pace.
What am I doing here?
What the actual fuck am I doing here?
Getting my ass eaten by a god who wants to discipline me…that’s what?
I didn’t sign up for ass eating.
That’s…too in my regions…especially on a first date.
Only this isn’t a first date, it’s a kink club where anything goes and somewhere I paid a shit ton of money to be.
Ugh…what was I thinking?
I hear the front door click closed….
Wait.
Did he just leave?
I put my head into my hands, damn it.
Alora…what are you doing you idiot?
Can you not even be adventurous for just one weekend?
I drop my robe and walk to the mirror and turn to look at my behind. A large red handprint marks my skin.
How fucking dare he?
I drag my robe back on and I hit the button to open the heavy drapes.
It’s blatantly obvious that I’m not cut out for this type of thing. No wonder he left.
Damn it, disappointment runs through me. Especially now I know how gorgeous he is.
As the drapes slowly open they reveal a large sunken spa on the balcony overlooking the beautiful valley down below. It’s hot and bubbling, steam is rising into the air, and I give a weak smile. A hot spa bath in the freezing cold in Switzerland…who would have thunk it? This place is a complete mindfuck.
I get a vision of him on his knees behind me…and his tongue…. I feel a throb deep down below.
Hot.
Why did I blow up like that? Maybe I overreacted…not maybe, probably.
Ugh….
To be fair, I don’t think I would have survived having sex with that god anyway.
Probably a good thing he’s gone.
I walk out to the balcony and put my hand into the water of the spa bath, it’s hot and inviting.
I look left and I look right, screw it, nobody’s here. I drop my robe, peel off my underwear and get in. I sink back into the water and rest my head on the side.
“Hmm.” The hot water tickles my senses and I smile.
For a long time I soak but the more relaxed I get, the more I see him.
“Look me in the eye and take your fucking clothes off.”
Arousal beats through my bloodstream at the way he was looking at me while I was undressing.
“Eyes on me.”
I get a vision of him sitting there with his hand on his cock.
What I wouldn’t have given to have just one night with a man like him.
Not in the way he wanted me though…. Just in the way that I wanted him.
Although something tells me that Mr. Doe’s version of vanilla wouldn’t be anywhere close to mine.
Deflated, I drop my head back against the side of the tub and close my eyes.
Oh well, it is what it is. Sorry, Misty, I tried.
All waxed up and nowhere to go.
“Room for one more?”
The voice startles me and I jump, Mr. Doe is standing beside the spa.
“I thought you left?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“I came back.”
“Why?”
“We have unfinished business.”
I stare at him.
“Can I get in or not?” he says impatiently.
“I have a giant handprint on my ass, I want to hear an apology.”
He looks at me deadpan.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Miss Doe, I apologize for getting aroused and slapping you in what I believed was a playful sexual act. I forget that not everyone is playful.”
Hmm, that’s a passive-aggressive apology if ever I heard one.
“Okay,” I say.
“Okay what?”
“Okay you can get in.”
“The question is.” He glares at me. “Do I want to now?”
“Not sure.” I shrug. “But please know I’m naked in here.”
“As annoying as you are, that’s an excellent incentive.”
“You should stop talking,” I huff. “I know who the annoying one is.”
He takes his suit jacket off and puts it onto the chair as he kicks his shoes off.
Is he going to undress in front of me?
He undoes his shirt buttons and he tears his shirt off over his shoulders. His broad muscular chest comes into view, it has a scattering of dark hair and his shoulders are ripped and buff. I feel my face flush as I sit in the front row to watch the strip show.
Yes…yes, he is undressing.
Hallelujah the world is saved.
I look around as I try to pretend not to ogle, but once he slides his pants down and his large cock springs free…all bets are off and I can’t help but look.