Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
I stood in the corner of the room, one leg over the other, and my arms folded over my chest; her heart securely placed next to mine. It fabricated a false illusion that she was still mine, even though something told me she never was. It didn’t take long for a man to walk in with a woman closely behind him. The guests spread like wildfire around the white leather couch, the same couch we shared our first kiss.
A moment that meant as much to me, as it did to her; they were standing close to what I assumed would be the main attraction. I tried to make out the figure of the woman, but his build was big, and it overshadowed her tiny frame. He stopped in the middle of the room; right in front of the couch that no one was sitting on. I found it odd, and as I pondered that thought, what appeared to be a blindfold, was placed over the woman’s eyes.
I barely had time to contemplate it, he sat down in the center of the leather sofa, and I swear my breathing fucking stopped. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my body, from my head to my toes.
Brooke.
She was dressed in a bright red silk robe that was tied around her waist. I watched her lips part, and her pink velvety tongue displayed. She licked along her dry lips, and sucked in a quick breath. I knew no one caught that simple, yet sharp plea. The girl who walked out into the living room, was the one I desperately loved and desired, the same girl who mirrored my emotions and feelings… was gone.
No longer Bambi.
No longer Brooke.
A VIP.
Her soft, delicate hands made their way to the tie around her waist, that held the body that I covered with kisses and caresses. The body that I spent hours learning, and memorizing; the one that I knew every inch of. The same one I could recall with just a touch or the sweet smell of her. She slowly untied the knot and the robe fell open, displaying the figure that was no longer mine.
Maybe it never was.
But it killed me to acknowledge that fact.
She was still fucking breathtaking. I caught myself gasping at the sight of her. I narrowed my eyes to the vision before me, she had this aura around her; it glowed, illuminating her in a way I had never seen her before. She had a certain magnetic pull that had everyone in the room not being able to resist the craving that she empowered.
A moth to a flame.
The music came on, Moonlight Sonata assaulted my senses, and I knew I would never be able to hear this melody again. It would be tainted, just like her. As much as I urged myself not to watch, it willed me to stay in place. I was glued to the goddamn floor, about to endure, and witness the train wreck right in front of my very own eyes.
For all to see.
I took in every curve, every arch, every color, and every shade of her, that I naïvely thought was just for me. Her hands moved in a rehearsed, yet entrancing way to the back of her bra; it fell to the floor, and took a part of my heart with it. I heard it splatter against the hardwood floors when her panties soon followed.
She was left in nothing, but heels; her hair cascading all around her tiny curvy frame. My fingers moved to my mouth, and I wrapped them around my lips; not succumbing to the yearning to want to pick her up, and carry her out of the room. I was led there for a reason; I needed to see this, as much as it pained me, and may nearly kill me…
I needed to remain strong.
Hands assaulted her everywhere that I had licked, kissed, and touched. Though her body was responding in a precise and orchestrated manner; I could tell her mind was somewhere else. I silently prayed and wished that it were with me, that I was whom she was thinking of. It helped and enforced my restraint to not charge, and hurt every man’s eyes and hands that were on her. I found my eyes begin to water, and I immediately blinked, and shook it away as rapidly as it appeared.
They forced her down to her knees. When I saw the crop in the man’s hand… I instantly shut my eyes, my mind trying to protect me from the scene that was about to wreak havoc on my soul. I heard the smacking sound, and it brought me right back to reality that was before me. I watched with unforgiving eyes as they manipulated and controlled her body.
Her pleasure.
Her orgasm.
Her climax.
All of it.
Except for her mind… something inside of me knew it was still with me; or maybe it was somewhere else entirely. She came with the same force that I had produced countless times, come dripping out of her, and onto the floor. I could taste her on my tongue. They shoved her onto her hands and knees, and when she didn’t move quickly enough, they smacked her with the crop to get her to crawl.