Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She had an ass that begged for a firm hand. Round. Tight. Lush.
Her attitude and tightly wound personality screamed for a firm hand, too. One that would hold her so strongly, she’d have no choice but to relax under the control. I’d bit my lip to refrain from offering my services as I imagined being the one having all that fire bend to my will—being the one to watch that pole slide out of her ass just for me to replace it with another.
“Sorry about that,” Hank said.
“Nothing to apologize for,” I answered like I hadn’t just been imagining fucking his daughter’s ass with my hand around her throat. “I’ve dealt with worse.”
“Yes.” He shook his head and collected himself. “She’s amazing at what she does, but she’s not quite ready to take it all on.”
I shrugged, doing my best to present a sliver of empathy at the last minute. Most fathers wore rose-colored glasses when it came to their children. I had no idea if he was one of them or not, and honestly, I didn’t care. I purchased my portion of the company, so everything else was irrelevant.
When he’d mentioned his daughter might be upset, I’d dismissed it. I’d focused on the contract, not bothering to look over her files because, like I’d told her, I’d purchased enough companies in my thirty-six years to know that a twenty-something daughter of the owner wasn’t capable of much. I’d experienced enough life to know to be wary of women demanding more than they earned.
“How about we schedule another meeting with her involved?” he suggested jovially. “We’ve covered the main points already today, and it’s getting late. Like I told Aspen, this sale is about an old man attempting to get out of the office while I’ve still got time.”
“I won’t turn down an early evening myself.”
“Good for you, son. Take it while you can. I loved every second of this company and everything it gave me, but a time comes when you just have to…live.”
I nodded like I understood, but really, running my company was living. The thrill of buying something new—the excitement of control. I loved it.
We set up a time for later in the week and said our goodbyes. Once I reached my car, I saw the time and considered the extra hours at the office. As much as I talked about an early day, I hadn’t planned on taking off yet. But maybe something Hank said to me permeated my workaholic mindset, because instead of turning right, back to work, I made a left.
If I was taking an early day, there was only one place I wanted to go.
Just as I parked, my phone vibrated.
Grace: I’m making your favorite pasta, and you know I don’t know how to portion correctly. Want to come over?
My fingers hovered over the screen as I considered my options. I almost always jumped at the chance to enjoy my godmother’s pasta, but the dark door and glowing lights of the club loomed across the parking lot, calling me in. Begging me to come play.
Hank’s words replayed. Live. While building my empire held the top position of excitement and life, basking in the pleasures of The Berkshire came as a close second.
Live, he’d suggested.
I’d already taken an early day. Why not enjoy it to its fullest?
The decision made, I sent my regrets to Grace and headed into the building with visions of finding a dark-haired vixen with an ass I could take my fantasies out on.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Daire,” the hostess greeted, her red lips tipped into a sultry smile.
“Kendra.” I nodded in response as I walked through the small, dark foyer—only big enough to welcome guests before they entered everything beyond.
The hum of conversation and silverware on plates greeted me when I pushed through the double doors. At first glance, standing atop the short set of steps leading to a lower seating area, it appeared to be a high-end restaurant and lounge with dark woods and golden lights. However, when you looked closer, you caught glimpses of the forbidden and taboo.
Initially, you saw men and women occupying booths with drinks, laughing with friends. But as you descended into the elegant debauchery, you saw guests with companions kneeling at their feet. Some wore clothes, while others wore only a collar. Some lay splayed naked across the glossy tabletops, and others did nothing but drink with friends.
The Berkshire provided a conglomeration of desires spread from wall to wall for anyone to enjoy. Right then, I desired enjoying a drink.
With that in hand, I walked through the back hallway until I came upon a room cast in blue lights. The room was smaller, with a variety of seating options. Not wanting to disturb the other guests enraptured with the center of the room, I found a table along the back wall. Relaxing into the deep velvet chair, I sipped at the expensive whiskey and enjoyed the view with everyone else.