Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Neil took off his tuxedo jacket and threw it over the back of the Louis XVI chair positioned in front of the frame. Standing there in his white shirt and black trousers, his silver hair slightly mussed, he looked so, so good.
“Oh my gosh, I bet my makeup is all messed up,” I lamented, and he motioned me closer, meeting me halfway. He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me up roughly. The delicate silk of my dress rode up my thighs.
He caught my chin and smeared the pad of his thumb over my lower lip. If there was any trace of my dark berry lipstick left behind, it was smudged across my mouth now. Tilting my chin up farther, he said, “It certainly is.”
I gestured to the room around us. “Is this my surprise, Sir?”
“It’s a gift,” he corrected me. “To both of us. You can look in the other rooms, if you’d like.”
Warily, I crossed the salon for the first of the four sets of double doors in the room. I stepped through, and Neil followed behind, turning up the lights as I went. All around the room, pieces of furniture were draped in white drop cloths. I cast him an uncertain glance as I lifted the edge of one, a long, low rectangle on the ground. It was a wide, short table, and on top rested a very familiar shape.
“A Sybian?” I almost clapped my hands with joy.
“You said you wanted to try one. I don’t know why we haven’t yet.” He motioned to another of the shapes doing their ghost impressions. “Have a look there.”
The second one was a complicated-looking piece of machinery with a rod affixed to a wheel, attached to another, smaller flywheel. An electrical cord lay wrapped around the base. If not for the black silicone dildo attached to the machine’s long arm, I would have had no idea what it was for.
“It has a surprisingly powerful electric motor. It’s adjustable up to three hundred strokes per minute, and the horsepower—” At my beleaguered eye roll, he changed subjects. “There’s one more, here.”
He pulled the cover back on the next item, a black steel H-shape with two rods and a dual controller on a long cord. “For double penetration.”
“Are you kidding me?” I twirled around. “I feel just like Belle when the Beast gives her that library.”
“That was my inspiration really.” He circled me slowly, his hands in his pockets. “Go on, have a look in the other rooms.
Another salon had been transformed into a gorgeous eighteenth-century bedroom, with a canopied bed. Where there might have been elaborate scenes painted in a real palace, the oval frames and curved ceiling above were mirrored, reflecting and multiplying us above our heads. I imagined seeing myself spread out, shackled to the bed with the golden cuffs that dangled from their anchors on the scrollwork headboard.
There was a recamier, a narrow, backless sofa with padded, curled arms on either side, like the one he’d tormented me on in the hotel suite in France. Only, that one had been powdered blue silk. I trailed my hands across the white leather.
Neil stepped close behind me and caught my hips, pulling me back. He put his lips to my ear and said, his voice low and husky, “It will be far easier to clean, after you’ve been tied to it, pleading and gushing and screaming in frustration.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, trembling.
A tall armoire held a selection of sex toys that rivaled some stores I’d shopped at—and I’d shopped at Babes in Toyland. I gasped and touched a soft leather harness dangling from a hook. “Is this a strap-on?” I heard the excitement in my voice. “Oh my gosh, is this for what I think it’s for?”
“I thought we might give it a try sometime. What do you think?” He flushed above his collar.
“I think I can’t wait to fuck you in the ass,” I blurted, startling myself into a fit of giggles.
He grinned. “And I suspect there is a certain red-head you might like to try it out on, if she’s amenable.”
My pussy flooded at the thought, but in my fantasy, our roles were reversed; I imagined her above me, pushing a thick, long dildo into me with a stroke of her hips. I squeezed my internal muscles with every step we took to the next room. It was a bathroom, with a large, white oval tub, a modern vessel in the middle of the floor. Beyond was a barrier-free walk in shower with nine heads and a detachable one on a long hose. There were shackles there, too, and I didn’t have to wonder what Neil planned to do with them. Tormenting me with water was something he particularly enjoyed.
A toilet and sink stood behind their own partition, and a basket of condoms, dental dams, and gloves sat on the counter. So, it was clear that he expected we would bring guests here.