Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
We start dancing to the sensual words that are being sung. OK, how did I end up in an exclusive hotel? In what is definitely no celebration dinner. This is a planned seduction, and you know what? It’s working. I’m totally seduced. This beautiful man dancing sexily up to me, grinding against me and pulling me onto his erection in a black dinner suit. His erotic demanding kisses and the pure dominance in his stance have me begging to be part of his kink world, begging to please him.
The words are hypnotic…applying just to us. The beat turning me inside out.
He keeps our hips dancing to the slow beat. His eyes penetrate mine as his hands gently start to move up my legs, lifting my dress for the cameras. He runs his finger along the garter strap as he rests his lips on my temple. He twirls me around suddenly to the music and I laugh out loud. His lips are on me again, his teeth grazing my neck as his arousal level amps up a couple of notches. He lifts one of my legs and hooks it around his hip. I find I am holding my breath as I feel a rush of cream to my core and my nipples harden under his expert hands. His hand rubs from my knee up to my behind and he grabs it hard, grinding himself onto me. His pupils are dilated, and his mouth is open. He cracks his neck. My eyes drop to his lips.
He turns me so my back is to his front and he continues the slow circular hip sway. I could come from just this. This man is the maestro of seduction. His hands caress my breasts and follow my body and he gently starts to lift my dress. He kisses my neck and whispers into my ear.
“Watch.” My eyes drift to the screen before us and I am openly shocked at just how hot we look. His arousal level is off the charts, I can see it in his eyes. Not surprisingly, I look like I am about to burst into orgasm at any second. I can see through my lace panties and my thigh-highs as he lifts my dress. He raises my arms, so they are around his neck behind me as his hands drift up and down my body, each time lifting my dress and exposing my lingerie just that little bit more to the cameras. I can feel the pulse between my legs as I watch the two of us in IMAX erotically dance in time to this sexy music. The song finishes and starts again, and I smile as realization hits that it is on repeat. He bends at the knees, so he is lower than me, and opens my legs to the cameras, slowly sliding his hands up my inner thighs.
“I’m aching for my precious girl,” he whispers into my ear. “I
need to be inside her.” He runs his fingertips over my lace panties and feels the shape of my most erotic core. “You’re so wet for me, baby…dripping. Do you know hard you make me?” He’s good alright.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispers. My eyes flick to the screen and he runs his fingers around the rim of my garter belt and bites my neck hard. Oh shit, I don’t believe this. I whimper as an orgasm gently pulses through me. He kisses me passionately again and he turns and pushes me up against the wall.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers. The orgasm fog temporarily lifts, and I think to myself, fucking embarrassing more like. I can’t believe I came without him even touching me. He steps back from me, still while moving his hips to the music. He’s such a good dancer. He gently starts to undo the bows of my dress one at a time. He is concentrating on the bows, looking down, and I pull his chin up to my face level. I need him to see what he means to me. His eyes meet mine and he stops what he is doing to put his hands on either side of my head on the wall.
“Do you know how much I fucking adore you?” he whispers, and tears fill my eyes. He speaks the truth. I can feel it. He doesn’t just adore me, he loves me. This isn’t a sleazy stick film we are making. This is a declaration of our love. My tears start to flow freely as I grab him by the face and kiss him with everything I have. I need him to know how much I desperately love him, how desperately I need him.
“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispers. “Just know that this is it for us.” He kisses me deeply. “We will never be apart again…I promise you.” I bite my bottom lip and smile as he gently wipes the tears with his thumbs from my eyes then releases me again to continue untying the bows. I come to an internal decision. You know what? If it’s kink my man wants, then it’s kink my man is going to get. He deserves my best and if he wants to watch this film again tomorrow and the day after that then so be it. Hell, he can put it on the national news for all I care.