Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“He’s got these rooms wired. Video, audio…” she muttered out of the corner of her mouth. “All Mr. Dalton’s rooms are.”
“Then let’s give him a show he’ll never forget.”
She winked and flashed a flirty smile and then pushed open the door to reveal a room that looked more like a dungeon than a private room in a chic club hidden in the Hollywood hills. I followed her into the dungeon, and she locked the door behind us.
I did a half-circle, taking it all in. A wall of barbaric-looking tools and implements covered the better part of the opposite wall. Manacles hung down from the ceiling. Leather straps were on an X-shaped cross, resembling the one I’d seen on stage the first night I’d been at the club.
“You into this stuff?”
“Well, what do you think, cowboy?” Tori purred, running her hand along a leather-wrapped bench.
I turned to face her and found her smiling with a dark glint in her eyes. “Oh, baby, you have no idea.”
Her gorgeous lips wrapped into a dark smile as she leaned forward, her tits pressing at the neckline of her dress, begging to be freed from the constricting fabric.
“Show me.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bennett
“How long can you be gone without someone coming after you?” I asked, crossing over to where Tori was standing. Her warning about the room being bugged was still in the back of my mind. And I had to play the part.
“As long as you need me to, cowboy,” she cooed. I wanted to ask if she was a frequent entertainer in the private rooms, but I shoved the thought aside. It would only make me angry. I couldn’t bear to think of her with other men, making their fantasies come true in a room like this. Or perhaps even this room.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me. I wanted her. We didn’t have time to waste, and I already knew what I wanted. Tori’s fingers went to work on the top buttons of my shirt. She was anxious, hungry for my skin on hers. As our tongues tangled together, I slid my hands down her hips and clawed her skintight skirt until it was up around her waist, revealing a thin pair of panties. I ripped them free of her with one jerk and sent the torn fabric floating to the floor.
Tori gasped at the sudden impulse, her eyes wild as they met mine. “Well…”
I grinned. “I’m an impatient man.”
“I can see that.”
Her scent filled the air; her perfume and shampoo mingled with the heat and intoxicating smell of her wet pussy. I eyed her beautiful body, wishing I could take my time and devour her sweet cunt like I had the night before.
I’d memorized the taste of her a long time ago, but if anything—she was better than I remembered. Instead, I tugged for the chopsticks in her hair and let her red waves tumble around her shoulders.
“Don’t wear your hair up when we’re together,” I said, infusing a commanding tone to my voice. If Tori wanted to play dungeon games, I was all for it, but there were rules she needed to learn.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice small and demure.
My cock went rock hard.
“Fuck…”
A quirky smile danced on her lips, and I gripped her hips, sending her spinning around. I pushed her against the leather bench, its purpose obvious.
“Spread your legs. Show me that sweet pussy.”
Tori did as she was told, spreading her thighs as she leaned over the bench. Her pussy juices gleamed in the soft lights of the sex room. She was dripping wet and ready for me. “Yes, sir.”
A sleek leather riding crop hung on a peg above the whipping bench, and I grabbed it. As I lowered it, I ran the leather edge over her bare ass. She gasped and squirmed.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”
She circled her hips, silently begging for it. “Mmhmm.”
“Your safe word is ‘red’. If you want me to stop, just say the word.
“Okay. Red. But I don’t think I’ll say it.”
I gave her a light slap, and she moaned.
“Seriously, if you need me to stop, don’t be afraid to say it, and I’ll stop completely.”
“Yes, sir.”
A grin spread over my lips, and I flexed the crop back, letting it land harder on the second blow. This time, a red mark accompanied her yelp. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned, fingers digging into the bench.
I rolled the crop over in my fingers and watched as Tori tensed, waiting for another slap to land on her ass. I traced it across her ass and tickled her pussy with it. She shuddered and gasped.
“Spread your ass cheeks.”
She reached around and held her beautiful ass in her hands, spreading wide for me—and the camera. These motherfuckers would get a show.
When her pussy and asshole were completely bared to me. I brought the riding crop down on her pussy. The wet smack on her swollen lips and the moan she cried out were like a sweet ballad to my ears. I smacked again. This time she cried out my name.