Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Why don’t you walk over to the mirror and tell me what you think?” he suggested.
A single step told me how deliciously miserable my day would be. The cool beads warmed rapidly against my flesh, and the slightest movement slid the teasing bumps back and forth. I examined myself in the mirror. The pearls pushed my inner lips together and forced them to protrude more than they usually did, while my clit was prominently displayed like a ruby in an ostentatious piece of jewelry.
“I assume we’re going to take a long, long walk today?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“I thought that would be nice. Except for the walking part.” He sat and leaned forward, hands casually braced on the silver dragon head that topped his cane. He thumped the end on the floor with purpose. “I’m going to leave the walking to someone else.”
“You’re not coming with me?”
He shook his head. “I need an hour, hour and a half to make sure everything is ready for tonight. I’ve selected someone who’s eager to spend time with you. A friend of mine, actually.” Something naughty and pleased twinkled in Matt’s eyes.
“So, I’m going to go somewhere with a gentleman who wants to ‘spend time’ with me.” I made air quotes and ignored the glide of the pearls against my intimate flesh as I walked back to him.
“Yes. I’ve given you to him. You’ll do whatever he tells you. Do you understand that, princess?” Matt asked, reaching up to grab my chin roughly and hold it.
“Everything but come, my dragon,” I replied, moaning when he swiped his thumb across my lower lip.
“Good girl. He should be here any—”
The doorbell rang.
“I will go and get him,” Matt said with a chuckle, pushing himself up. “You stay here.”
I stepped back, and he gave me a kiss on the top of my head as he passed me. Technically, I was “staying here” by not leaving the bedroom, so I let myself go as far as the door. My toes touched, but didn’t cross, the line in the tile in the doorway.
“Hey!” a deep voice enthused over the sound of the door opening. This was someone Matt knew well.
Not that I thought he would place me in the unsupervised hands of an actual stranger and give them carte blanche access to my body. Everything we’d done so far, at least in the realm of him sharing me, had been with him present. He must have trusted this person a lot.
Matt was equally enthusiastic in greeting the stranger. “Dante! Good to see you again. It’s been a while since you’ve been down here. What’s keeping you away?”
“Touring. And touring. And touring.” The guy laughed. There was something familiar about his voice, and now that he mentioned touring, my brain tried to place him.
“I was worried I’d lost a valuable guest. Hence my offer to…take advantage of my personal amenity,” Matt joked. He’d better have been joking. Or we would have words.
Then again, there was no doubt that he would have anticipated I would eavesdrop. He knew me too well, and frankly, I knew myself well enough to know he was right not to trust me.
“It was an offer I could not refuse. You said she’s fucking gorgeous, and she’s staying in the house with you.”
“Oh yes, she is,” Matt agreed wholeheartedly. “Want to meet her now?”
My heart leapt.
“Yeah, bring her out,” the stranger said enthusiastically.
“Princess?” Matt called.
I glanced toward the mirror to make sure I looked…well, not presentable. No one could call naked in a pair of kinky panties “presentable.” But I did look hot, and I was plenty fine with that.
The walk down the hall made me giggle, not just with nerves about being handed over like a piece of property, but from the tickly, naughty feeling of the pearls. It would take a tremendous amount of willpower and a lot of careful gauging of my body’s responses to obey Matt’s “no coming” edict.
Matt and the stranger waited in the living room. The moment I saw the man’s face, the voice clicked into place. I knew exactly who he was, and his name was not Dante. I couldn’t acknowledge that because of the resort rules. But he’d been a radio staple for months, with his own singles and features on pop hits.
He wore his hair in thick dreads held back in a headband, and his tight white T-shirt displayed his famously shredded physique to perfection. Numerous tattoos turned nearly every visible expanse of his brown skin into a patchwork art gallery, and his dark eyes drank me in hungrily.
“Excellent customer service. Ten out of ten,” he said, licking his full bottom lip as he studied me from the toes up.
“Nothing but the best for our VIPs,” Matt said with a laugh.
“So, princess. Is that your name or your title?” Dante asked me. It felt weird to hear someone other than Matt call me princess.