Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Frankie steps in front of her full-length mirror, adjusting the straps and smoothing the material over her hips. She twirls slowly, admiring her reflection, a faint smile playing on her lips. She looks like a goddess, every inch perfection. My hand tightens around my cock, aching for relief.
She pauses, looking herself up and down. Her eyes linger on the way the negligee hugs her body before she reaches into the drawer again, this time pulling out the stockings. She looks at them one at a time like she’s wondering something. I wish I could read her mind and know what she’s thinking right now.
Frankie sits on the edge of the bed, sliding them over her long legs, each motion deliberate and sensual.
Oh, kitten. What a beautiful surprise.
On her feet again, she glances in the mirror one more time, adjusting the stockings until they’re just right. The sight of her in that purple lingerie, looking so confident and sexy, makes my cock throb in my hand.
Apparently satisfied with her look, she turns away from the mirror. Her hands skim over her hips, smoothing the silky fabric one last time before she moves to the bed. She leans back, propping herself up on her elbows. Her legs stretch out, long and inviting.
Her eyes close briefly, and she takes a deep breath. When her eyes open again, they’re filled with a hunger that matches my own. Her hand starts at her collarbone, tracing a slow path down her body. Her fingers linger on her breasts, circling her nipples through the fabric.
I can almost feel the heat of her touch, the softness of her skin. My grip on my cock tightens, my strokes becoming more urgent. I’m aching for her, desperate to be the one touching her, tasting her.
But for now, I just watch.
Her hand continues its descent, sliding over her stomach, her hips, until it reaches the hem of her negligee. She teases the edge, her fingers dipping beneath the fabric briefly before retreating. She’s drawing this out, making herself wait, unknowingly driving me wild.
Finally, Frankie’s hand slips between her thighs. Her back arches slightly, her lips parting on a soft gasp. I watch her fingers sliding through her folds, circling her clit.
I stroke my cock in time with her movements, my body tense with anticipation. “Oh fuck.” A jolt of pleasure surges through me as she gasps the words, arching her back, chasing her release. “Fuck,” she repeats, but there’s a hint of frustration in her voice. She needs more.
She needs me.
“That’s right, kitten. Fuck yourself good.” I stroke my cock, eager for her next move.
Her fingers circle her clit faster, her body writhing on the bed. “Yes,” she moans, over and over. “Oh fuck.” She squirms, lost in her solo pleasure. Then, abruptly, she stops.
I pause, brows furrowing. Why did she stop? Before I can process, she reaches into her nightstand and pulls out a hot pink toy. A growl escapes me, my grip tightening. “That’s it, Francesca. Fuck yourself for me.”
The toy buzzes to life as she slides it across her wet pussy lips. Her smile is sinful, legs twitching as the vibrations intensify. “Fuck,” she hisses.
I match her pace, stroking my cock quickly, imagining her tight cunt squeezing me. My body tenses. “Come for me, kitten.”
Her skin flushes pink, pussy glistening. Toes curling, one leg extends while the other falls to the side, offering me a perfect view of her swollen, shiny lips.
“Oh, God, yes!” she cries out. “Damien, yes!”
Hearing my name on her lips sends a shockwave through me. “I’m right here, my precious pet. Let me hear you scream my name again.”
She moves the vibrator, teasing her clit before plunging it back into her cunt. Her body starts convulsing and twitching. “Damien, yes! Fuck me.”
The sight of her in the throes of passion, knowing I’m the one she’s thinking about, is too much. My cock explodes in my hand, but I can’t look away as her orgasm goes on and on. Each time she moans, it’s my name on her lips.
“Damien,” she whispers one last time, breathless, before her body sinks into the mattress, a smile playing on her lips.
I can’t tear my eyes away. Francesca is even more perfect than I realized. This—she—is going to be my greatest game yet. Soon, my precious pet. Soon I will fill you with this cock and make you mine.
Sweat slicks my skin, and my cock softens in my hand. I love it, but I can’t let this happen. I’m the one in charge here, not Frankie. This is my game. I make the rules, and only I can change them as the game progresses.
I clean myself up quickly. While Francesca basks in the afterglow, I find the business card she gave me and shoot off a quick text message.
Tonight. 7 pm. Creative black tie. Dress accordingly.