Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“You said god of the day.” I considered turning on the toy again just to hear her groan and thought better of it.
Knowing me, I’d have Jasmine on her vanity table before she could finish the sound.
“Do I have to remind you, tesoro? I have you agreeing to me being the god of the day on video. I, for one, enjoy watching that particular film we did. I can put it on. Remember the way you screamed my name?”
Opening her eyes, she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I winked at her and left our bedroom.
“I only said god for one freaking day!” she called after me. “Be careful, Chase. Tomorrow is a whole new normal day, and on normal days, Jasmine is the goddess of the day!”
I pressed my remote control to silence her rant and send more delicious vibrations to that body. Her grunts escaped the bedroom and fled into the hallway. It was hard to stay away, difficult to keep my hands out of my pants as I rushed down the stairs.
* * *
Clearing my throat, I returned back to Jasmine in dark lace and the masquerade ball in front of me.
Not now. I won’t push it while you’re strolling over to me. You’ve been too good this evening. But when you get close ... that’s when I’ll have my fun.
I wrapped my fingers around the remote control.
First we have fun with the games. Later, I’ll show you what’s in my other pocket, and hope you say yes.
I closed my fingers around the jewelry box. A shiver ran up my spine.
Would she say yes and marry me? Would she be enough? Should I even be thinking this way, while that ring weighs my pocket down?
Letting out a long breath, I concentrated on the sight before me.
Under all of our feet, the surface glowed in an electric lavender hue. The lights dimmed and left only the candles’ glow as they adorned every silk-draped table. The full orchestra prepared their instruments and then played a slow groove that required the sensuality that only violins could master.
“Oh how beautiful she is!” the master of ceremonies declared.
Chatter shifted to silence.
Waiters placed a port chocolate glaze onto crystal plates and then stacked the sauce with pepper-crusted lamb chops. Each dish was paired with seared vegetables and lobster mashed potatoes, a new Jasmine-inspired addiction of mine. The staff wore white velvet oval masks with wide eye-holes and no opening for the lips. Jasmine believed they appeared muted and odd. That was the goal. Hopefully, the waiters inspired the guests to keep their mouths closed as well.
This is our night.
“Come!” The master of ceremonies waved at everyone.
Jasmine continued down the path.
“Come see the magnificent queen!”
Her steps faltered a bit at the second mention of queen.
Oh, tesoro. I know you’re cringing inside. You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?
I tried to hold in my laughter and failed.
“Oh how captivating!” The master of ceremonies clapped some more.
The crowd edged around and drank Jasmine in. I had no idea what they thought. I rubbed the side of the remote with my finger. Lust itched my hands. My dick had been hard since the limo ride to the event. The whole drive, I pressed the buttons, testing out their various intensity levels and getting her to come all over my soft, leather seats.
Do you want to come in here, tesoro?
Barely six feet away from me, Jasmine continued.
Hundreds of people glittered around her, but no one shined like my tesoro.
Sure, I’m giving up women. Many of them. But ... this time I get why those guys in corny films say love is worth it. At least, I think I do? What is this feeling? Lust or love?
It was hard to understand sometimes, too much to comprehend.
She was a drug in my veins. She was the song that I played every night, until my brain imprinted with the melody of her moans.
And they drummed,
those moans,
over and over in my head,
triggering desire at the wrong times, like in this moment, while everyone surrounded us.
Is this love or an intense lust? Does it matter? When she’s around, I just can’t help myself.
Inside my pocket, I pressed the button, delivering the command to the toy inside of her slick tunnel.
I wanted to make that lush pussy vibrate,
thunder,
shake,
and force her to shudder,
drip,
and moisten between those lovely thighs.
She slipped a little with the last step. Thankfully, the men held her hands. I caught a tiny whimper from her lips within the downpour of the crowd’s clapping and orchestra’s playing of violins.
She mouthed the words. “I’m going to kill you.”
And I laughed behind my own mask.
She frowned as I pressed a more intense level.
I met her before she could stumble again. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“Stop it,” she whispered, gasping and falling into my arms. And still I pressed the button, rocking that secret space between her thighs and sending intense throbs to her center.