Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Christ, she’s enchanting.
I’d ordered the fabric from a designer boutique in Paris—Chantilly lace with hand-embroidered calla lily flowers that revealed my tesoro’s bare flesh among the swirled pattern. Luxury wrapped around those thick hips and cupped her full breasts. Tiny gems glimmered up her bare fingers, hands, and arms, tons of gems that were done in a henna tattoo pattern.
She was all mine!
She was a goddess draped in darkness.
I wanted to fuck her right there in the center of the ballroom,
ignore the hundreds of people around us,
bend her over,
yank that lace away,
spread those secret, moist lips,
and slide into that luscious warmth.
That was how she made me think.
Vile and raw with no chaser, just the hard-hitting thrill of flesh against the mind-numbing rhythm of pleasure.
No, I’ll take you later. I have other ways to have fun this evening.
I put my hand in my pocket and grabbed the tiny remote control inside. Oh how I loved my games with my tesoro.
Tonight, hours before this moment and before my staff helped Jasmine get dressed, I gave her a gift. A special toy.
“What’s this?” She’d closed her robe tight as if that could stop me from taking her right there in our bedroom. “Get dressed.”
I grinned. “Open my present.”
“The party starts in an hour and a half.”
“The masquerade ball doesn’t start until I walk into the building.”
Rolling those hazel eyes, she hit her forehead and nodded. “That’s right. I forgot that you are a god.”
“One shouldn’t ever forget that.” I took her into my arms and devoured those lips. Sighing between moans, she tried to pull away.
“Sit down, tesoro,” I whispered.
“Why?”
“I have a present.”
She stepped back and sat in the cushioned chair behind her. “What is it?”
“Spread those beautiful legs.”
“Excuse me?” She frowned.
“Let me give it to you.”
She stared at my crotch. “Really? Haven’t I had that present before?”
I forced myself to keep my pants on. “Not that present, tesoro. You’ll get that later.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.” I licked my lips. “Open your legs, Jasmine.”
She bit her bottom lip and opened them, inch by lovely inch.
I got right in front of her and dropped down to my knees. “You’re following orders with ease.”
She smirked. “I tend to follow orders, when they involve opening my legs and you’re getting down to your knees.”
“I’ll make note of that.” I landed a trail of kisses down her thigh and lifted her robe.
She wore nothing on under it, not even panties. Fuck. I had to blow against those moist lips.
Groaning, she let her head fall back and mumbled, “No, Chase. We don’t have time.”
“What did I tell you about that word, no?” I gently pushed her legs apart some more and took out my gift from my pocket to show her.
It was a tiny, pink object, shaped like a pen that was thick at the top. A white cord dangled at the bottom of it.
With an opened mouth, she stared at it and laughed. “You bought me a high tech tampon? What the hell?”
I glanced back at it. “This isn’t a tampon.”
She tapped the dangling string. “It looks like one.”
“Trust me. If this was a tampon, then stores would be full of women pretending to be on their periods.” I parted her secret lips, relished in the moistness of them for far longer than I should have, and then inserted the pen inside of her.
“Mmmm.” She tensed against me as I pushed it in farther. “What is this?”
“A special type of vibrator.” When I’d made sure the top part of the pen was inside of her, I twisted the bottom half off, slipped it down over the cord, and put it in my pocket. The toy and cord remained. When it was time to take the little toy out of her, I would gently pull on the cord.
She turned to me. “Now what, Mr. Stone?”
”Now you can get dressed.”
“Excuse me?” She laughed and stood up, too.
“How long do you want me to have a little vibrator inside of me?”
I got up and walked off. “Leave it inside during the whole ball.”
“I will not.”
I targeted her with a heated gaze. “You will.”
“You’re being ridiculous!”
“I’m the god of the day.”
“You’re a power hungry, egotistical, rich brat.”
“I’ll know if you take it off.” I took out my remote control from the other pocket and showed it to her.
“The vibrator inside of me has a remote control?” she asked.
I pressed the first button, ordering the toy to turn on and start moving inside of her.
Groaning, she grabbed the edge of her desk, closed her eyes, and mumbled, “Chase, stop.”
“Stop what?” It took everything in me to not rush over there and lick her.
“Chase ...” She squeezed her thighs tight together. “Please.”
I pushed the off button. “You told me that I would be the god of the day.”
“No,” she replied with her eyes still closed, as if she was desperately trying to regain composure, “I said that I would go to your crazy masquerade ball.”