Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
The sound of a sharp smack pulled my attention to the right, finding a woman bent over the arm of a leather chair in the back corner. I glimpsed a red handprint blooming against her tan skin before the man struck again, eliciting a throaty moan from her.
I knew the stinging pleasure so well, I almost moaned with her.
“Later, princess,” Lucian murmured against my ear, guiding me further into the room to the end of a black leather sectional situated in the center of the room.
The library was less populated than the main living area. Two handsome men sat on the other end of the couch, dressed similar to Lucian in slacks and T-shirts, sipping on amber liquid from crystal glasses. Their attention occasionally wandered to another seating area off to the side, where a woman sat astride a man’s lap, her breasts bared and bouncing with his rhythmic thrusts.
The observational buffet lit my blood on fire, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Lucian and I would add for their viewing pleasure.
He sat, resting his elbows on his knees. “Kneel and keep your eyes on me,” Lucian ordered, nodding toward the space between his parted legs.
I complied, resting my hands atop my spread thighs, eager to join everyone else in their pleasure.
“Who does your orgasm belong to?”
“You.” The answer rolled off my tongue, no longer bristling under the implication that I didn’t own every part of myself. I didn’t want to own my orgasm. Not if it meant I couldn’t have more experiences with Lucian.
“Good girl. Remember that tonight.” He brushed his thumb against my bottom lip. “I planned tonight based on your checklist. However, you know the rules.”
“Yes, Sir.” I could stop at any moment, but only if I needed to. Leaning into the newfound feeling, I chose to trust him to give me what I needed, even when he pushed me.
“Tell me your words.”
“Green means I’m good. Yellow means I need to pause. Red means stop.”
He sucked a deep breath through his nose and released it with a deep rumble from his chest. “Very fucking good. Now, kneel on the ottoman, facing me. Rest on your elbows and part your legs—wide.”
Here we go.
The ottoman was large at my side with plenty of room for me to fit. He slid it in front of him so when I bent to my elbows, his crotch was inches from my face.
Once we both settled, he reached over to fist my dress at my back, inching it higher, exposing me to anyone who cared to look. Cool air brushed against my overheated skin and damp core, making me keenly aware of how exposed I was with only a diamond chain sliding between my ass cheeks and pussy. The intricate, sparkling design only covered the flesh above my slit—useless for anything else.
“I want them to see you and your pretty cunt. I want them to know how wet they make you when they look at you.” He leaned close, his voice rumbling with depraved promises. “I want them to feel it.”
The meaning of his words hit me with dual waves of pleasure and nerves. He was going to let people touch me. I didn’t know how much, and the question sat on the tip of my tongue, but we’d come so far, and I wanted to make him proud tonight by not asking questions. I wanted to show him how much I trusted him because I wasn’t ready to say it out loud, making it too real.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will stay in this position unless I say otherwise. I have let our guests know how much I want to show you off. When someone comes by, I expect you to be on your best behavior.” He leaned back and watched me, his heavy-lidded gaze molten. “Color?”
“Green,” I breathed.
He nodded before gesturing behind me to someone walking by. “A bourbon, please.”
Before the server returned with his drink, someone approached. “That is a beautiful ass, Lucian,” a deep voice complimented. “May I?”
“Of course,” Lucian answered as if the man had asked if he could sit next to him.
A large palm stroked over my curves and gently squeezed. My senses worked overtime, as if not being able to see him made me highly aware of everything else about him. His rough callouses scraping against my skin. His cologne, spicy and sweet. The amount of space his hand covered. I took it all, trying to piece together what he might look like, then realizing I didn’t care.
I sucked in a breath when his thumb drifted lower and tugged, exposing more of my core, snapping me out of getting lost in my thoughts.
“And that pussy,” he rumbled, his thumb sliding closer to my opening. “Already dripping so much cum down these pretty little thighs.”
“Best cum I’ve ever tasted. Sweet, tangy, spicy.”