Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“I… brought a dress.”
“A dress like this?”
Dress is the wrong word. Gown. This is an evening gown. And I most certainly did not bring one of those. “No.” I laugh the word out. “I don’t even own a dress like this.”
“You’ve never been to a formal party?”
“I have, but I just wear the little black dress.”
“You have one in here?” He points to my bag.
“I do. It’s nothing fancy. And I’ll need a steamer to get the wrinkles—”
“Put it on.”
“What?”
“Put it on, Nova. I would like to look at you in it.”
My head is kind of spinning at this point. I’m lost here. He wants to feed me. He wants me to put my head in his lap and get him hard. He wants me to suck on his fingers. But he’s not going to fuck me?
I am so out of my league here.
“Is that a no?”
“Huh?”
“Are you going to refuse?”
“Um.” I shake my head. Not to say no, but to shake myself out of this stupor. “No. It’s fine, I’ll put the dress on if you want.”
“Good. Do that.” He walks over to a chair near the large window and sits down. “I’ll watch.”
I turn away from him, reaching for my bag. I set it on a bench at the end of the bed and my mind continues to spin as I open it up and pull out the tiny black dress.
I hold it up and look at the pieces of shoddily sewn, wrinkled, cheap cotton. Then glance at the sexy red thing he has laid out for me.
This makes me feel small, and stupid, and insignificant.
This is not my world. I don’t know what I’m doing.
“Do you need help?”
I glance over at Mercer.
“I can undress you, if you’d like.”
He’s asking me if I want him to undress me. Not because he thinks I’m confused, though. That might be part of it, but not the main part. He’s asking because he wants to undress me. This is how Mercer gets what he wants. He doesn’t take it. He asks for it.
Right now, I feel like denying him this. So I say, “No, thank you.”
Which makes him smile and I second-guess my conclusions. Then he leans back, pushing his hips forward the same way he did on the plane when I was sitting between his legs.
He’s still hard. And as I watch, he slides his hand down and places it over the bulge in his jeans.
I bite my lip and turn away.
Then untie my blouse.
It falls open and I let it slide down my arms and flutter to the floor.
I sit down on the bench, lean over, and untie my espadrille wedges. Then take them off and kick them over to the blouse. When I stand back up and face Mercer, he’s got his jeans open and his hand around his cock. His fist glides up and down his shaft in slow, methodical strokes as he watches me.
How did I get here?
I ask myself this question as I take off my jeans. They’re tight, so I have to sit down and pull them down my legs. I leave them inside out in the pile, then stand back up wearing nothing but my boring, beige bra and panties, pick up the black dress, and pull it over my head.
It is a wrinkled mess.
But I turn to him and present myself.
“Come here.” He pats his leg with his free hand. His voice is low. Almost a whisper. “Put your head right here.”
That’s when I notice that there is a sheepskin mat at his feet.
He planned this entire day.
Every bit of it.
And I am doing everything just the way he intended.
I walk over, kneel down, situate myself until I’m comfortable, then rest my cheek on his thigh. His cock no more than a few inches from my mouth.
I wait.
What will he do now?
Slide it between my lips?
Have me stroke it?
He doesn’t do either of those things.
He pets my head. Plays with my hair. And continues to slowly slide his fist up and down his dick.
“Would you like to touch me?” he finally says.
I turn my head and look up at him. Find his eyes half-closed, like he’s truly in the middle of a sexual experience. I lick my lips. He smiles. Then whispers, “Do it, if that’s what you want.”
And I realize that I do want. So I bring my hand up, wrap it around his, and point his dick towards my mouth.
When my lips cover his head, he moans—just a little—and grabs my hair with his free hand. Pushing my head down so I can take him deep.
“That’s it, Nova. That’s very nice. Keep doing that. I really enjoy it.”
So I do. I tighten my lips around his shaft and suck on him. Surprised to find that I too really enjoy it.
I give him a blow job that in no way resembles any other blow job ever.