Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Where’s Angel?” she asked. She had said that for a few hours she’d be okay in her apartment. Since they had gotten her, they’d not left her.
“She’s in the car. Carl said he’d take care of her for us.”
Abigail smiled and was a little relieved. She had absolutely come to love that dog. “That’s good. Are you ready to go?”
“Not yet, there’s something missing from your outfit,” he said.
She glanced down at her dress. Roman wore a suit, a rather dated suit, she felt he looked like a fifties’ gangster that the movies portrayed.
Roman wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, startling her.
“This is what you’re missing.”
She didn’t get a chance to ask him as he pulled her in for a kiss, and she moaned as he took possession of her lips. This was not a gentle kiss. This was passionate.
She ran her hands up his chest and circled them around his neck, pressing their bodies close together. It felt good. More than good. In that moment, she would have gladly skipped the party.
Instead, Roman pulled away, and he put his hand on her ass. “Let’s go, before I decide we should just stay home.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, but they made their way out of her apartment to find Carl already waiting for them. She waved to him as they climbed into the back, and there was Angel, who nuzzled against her.
Angel had started to come out of her shell and trust them. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Cupping her face, she nuzzled her nose against the little girl. She would have gladly kissed her, but she didn’t want to get lipstick on her, but then Roman had already wiped off quite a bit of lipstick when he kissed her.
She felt the answering pulse between her legs as she glanced over at him. He fit into the suit really well.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” he said.
Abigail smiled.
The drive to the club didn’t take long, and Roman looked like he was struggling to leave Angel behind. She had a feeling there were not going to be many trips out in their future, and that was okay with her. Carl promised to take care of Angel, and she and Roman reluctantly left. They’d made these plans, and they were going to stick to them.
With his hand at her back, they made their way inside. The man at the main desk knew Roman, and there was no reason for them to stop and answer questions. They were allowed to go right in.
She stayed at Roman’s side. This was quite a different experience from the last time they were here. The lighting was dark and sensual, with heavy music in the air, and the moment they entered, she felt the sexual energy with barely moving. It was everywhere, and no matter where they turned, there were men and women in different stages of undress. They were completely surrounded with sex. She felt it to her core.
Roman banded an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, so she felt the hard ridge of his cock to her back.
They made their way toward the bar, and Roman took charge as he ordered them both an orange juice. She didn’t want to drink.
Together, they turned to see the scene unfold before them. There was a small dance floor, with multiple couples entwined together. She couldn’t bring herself to look away, not even as another man for each couple entered the equation, and it looked like they were stealing the woman. What little clothes they had on disappeared under the command of the other man. It was a dominance play, and all the women and men looked totally taken by it. No one else was in the room for them, but Abigail was not interested in a second man, nor a second woman joining them.
As they moved through the party, there was something that just didn’t feel right to Abigail.
She did feel the hard ridge of Roman’s cock, but it was not getting any bigger, and she wasn’t enjoying the sights before her, unlike the first time. She’d come to notice there were multiple couples that had a third with them. She didn’t know if this was a special night of thirds, or fourths, or what it was. She felt tense, because she wasn’t enjoying what she saw.
She felt him lean down and his lips brushed across her ear. “You know, I have another surprise for you, if you’d like to get out of here.”
“Let’s go.”
He chuckled, and it had to have been the shortest visit to a sex club in history. She had no interest in having more than one man with her. They didn’t even finish their drinks before they made their way out into the night. Carl was already waiting for them. She didn’t know how Roman did it, as his driver was always in the right place at exactly the right time.