Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
My breath finishes expelling from my lungs. Safe word. Safe. Okay. See, my gut was right.
“In the meantime, I want to play with you. Do you want to play? That’s what you came here for, isn’t it?”
Well, that’s an odd way to word it. I came here to get paid, but I suppose play is a nice way to put the act of what it takes to get paid. Quinn used that term upstairs, too, didn’t she? Play. That’s all this is. Adult play.
And his massaging touch on my calves certainly does feel nice. Really nice, actually. I bend instinctually toward his touch.
It doesn’t hurt that he was the handsomest man in the room upstairs. My whole body reacted to him when he came up to me on stage. His first touch on my wrist was unlike anything I’ve felt in the two months since I first woke up. A zinging chemical awareness of him rushed through my body. I thought it was just a spike of adrenaline from the auction ending.
But after the nerves of the car ride, when I was worried about his eyes getting a little dark and scary, it’s back in full force now that he’s touching me again.
And really, it only makes sense that rich guys might be a little intense. He did just pay fifty million dollars for a night with me. Holy shit. What’s fifty million dollars minus fifteen percent for the club’s broker’s fee?
I blink beneath the mask. Still too many millions of dollars for me to count, and it’ll be all mine after tonight. I’ve done it. Surely that will be enough money to find out who I am. I frown, thinking back to the moment when it seemed like the stranger might have recognized me. He said he didn’t. Was that why he paid so much for me, though? Because I remind him of someone?
He massages back up my legs towards my thighs and I start to have trouble trying to think about why I’m doing all this. All I know is, now that this handsome man is touching me, for once I’m not afraid of the dark.
I inhale sharply as his hands slide up my legs. My insides clench in surprised pleasure. Whatever I imagined whenever I tried to think about what the actual sex might be like… I didn’t think— I didn’t really think about enjoying it.
But the more his strong, expert hands work my legs, thumbs massaging up my inner thighs towards the apex of my—
A stunned, high-pitched little gasp comes out of my throat.
And then his deep voice is hot beside my ear. “Do you like my hands on you?” He smells so good—some manly scent I can’t describe except for how it makes me clench again.
I nod. When I do, my cheek rasps against the stubble on his face. He immediately pulls away.
“Climb on your knees to be fucked doggy style,” he says, his voice suddenly harsh.
I blink underneath the mask, startled. Is that it? Are we going to do it now? I’m not sure I know what… doggy style is, but I can guess from the “climb on your knees” part.
Feeling out the mattress with my hands, I turn over and get on my hands and knees.
“Good girl.” He spanks my ass, and I let out a startled, “Oof!”
“Did you like that?”
I blink beneath the mask and answer honestly. “I don’t know.”
“Well, think about it this time.”
He spanks me again. I’m just as startled, both by the spanking, and how my ass jiggles in the aftermath. He doesn’t stop there, though. His hand slips between my legs and he touches me. On my intimate place.
Red is on the tip of my tongue. But I don’t say it. It’s enough to know I can.
Instead, I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my eyes shut to think about his question. How does it feel? Not, how do I think it should feel? But, how do I actually feel, in my body, in this moment?
And I realize…
“Good,” I whisper, surprised. “It feels good.” Not just because it feels good, feels good, either. All my limbs just sort of… relax into his strong, massaging hands. I relax in a way I haven’t for the last two months. I’ve been so stressed for so long now.
After waking up in the hospital, it’s been one non-stop sprint to get my life back in order, or rather, to create a life. The paperwork alone almost swallowed me whole. Do you know how hard it is to get a temporary social security card? It’s all exhausting, and frankly, I expected this to be just as draining. Just another task to check off my list.
But suddenly, like a gift, this stranger has taken the reins, and it feels like for once, I don’t have to be responsible for driving.