Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
“I did have a hope that this was a social call, and not about another Lambo,” Emir said with an easy laugh as we left the dining room.
My knees trembled as we walked toward the elevator. Emir followed behind Neil and myself, and when I looked over my shoulder, his gaze was exactly where I’d expected it to be. I exaggerated the natural sway of my hips just a bit. I have a great ass, and I play to my strengths.
When Neil took us up to the bedroom, I was a bit surprised. I would have thought he would keep another barrier there, between Sophie and Chloe.
“Is this all right?” he asked me, leaning down to whisper in my ear at the same time he pulled me tight against his side
“Yeah. If it’s okay with you.” I preferred the privacy there. The staff didn’t enter rooms without knocking, but they never bothered us when we were in the bedroom.
Emir went to the chaise in front of the window and sat down. “Shall we discuss our terms?”
“I’m down for anything except electricity, full-on punching, bodily fluids, or choking with belts or ropes.” When I heard it all tumble out of my mouth like that, I thought, Wow, Scaife, you’re really getting good at this! You could do a BDSM report on the news!
Neil looked proud of me, too, and it sent a silly little thrill through me. He’d once told me he was happy to be my mentor in depravity, and I was glad I was proving a worthy student.
Emir nodded, as though all that were reasonable. “And I would like to add that anything we do must be safe. I brought condoms, and dental dams. I would like to know how we are to arrange this. Will I be taking instruction from you?”
“Some, if you wouldn’t mind. But I envisioned us working together. My goal in this is for Chloe to have the best possible time.” Neil stroked the backs of his fingers over the nape of my neck, and I shivered.
“And you, Chloe,” Emir asked. “What would you like from this experience?”
My face heated, but not from embarrassment. “To be perfectly honest, it’s been over a month since I’ve had sex. Which normally isn’t a big deal, but we were... “
“Very active,” Neil said with a quiet laugh.
“It’s no wonder.” Emir’s slow smile sent darts of arousal through every nerve in my body.
“And what would you enjoy, Emir?” Neil asked, adding cautiously, “As I said before, I’m not sure how much I will be able to participate, so if your interest is mainly in Chloe, I won’t be offended.”
“Ah, another time for us then, perhaps?” he grinned at Neil. “All right. We agree, Chloe is the focus today.”
I got a little kick of pride at the thought that he was already looking forward to a return engagement with us, and we hadn’t done anything yet.
“I use red and yellow as safe words,” I told him with a shrug. “And to be honest, I’m kind of nervous. Can we leave the kink mild today?”
“Of course. Nothing you are uncomfortable with.” He looked to Neil. “And I would prefer you stay in the room with us at all times.”
“I’m more comfortable with that, myself.” Neil’s palm turned and possessively covered the back of my neck. “Chloe, why don’t you stand up and take your dress off?”
“Yes, Sir.” I stood up, and my panties were already wet and stuck against my shaved vulva. I went to Emir and sank to my knees in front of him, with my back to him. “Could you help me with my zipper?”
The long drag of the fabric parting down my back seemed like it went in slow motion. My rapid pulse sped blood to my clit, and I almost moaned when Emir’s fingertips brushed against my back.
My mind flashed back to Paris, to the heat and intensity in Emir’s dark eyes as he’d worked to make me shatter beneath his hands.
I stood up and slipped the top of the dress down, then stepped carefully out of it and plucked it from around my ankle. I tossed it to Neil, and he dropped it on the floor beside the bed. I almost laughed at the hunger I saw in his gaze; there was a beautiful elation in seeing him this way again.
Emir stood up and slowly approached me, drawing slow circles in the air with his index finger. “Turn. Let me see all of you.”
The gray lace thong matched my bra, and the lace tops of my thigh-highs. I turned in a slow circle. My black YSL pumps made whisper-soft scuffing noises on the carpet, and I heard every one of them. Already, I felt my mind beginning to align itself with my body, any thought beyond anticipation and pure sexuality fading quietly away. Submission was such a nice mini-vacation, in that respect, a pleasure cruise through sex with heightened senses and emotions, and no thought to the outside world until.