Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
He grabs what he must have been looking for and tucks it into his pocket, but his gaze catches on something else.
His phone light dims so I can’t see what it is, but he pulls it out of the drawer.
“Does my brother know you’re here?”
“No. I didn’t plan to see him tonight. The bride and groom are supposed to stay apart the night before the wedding, but when I left the bar, I didn’t want to go to my apartment and sleep alone. I have a key, so I told the cab driver just to bring me here.”
He’s quiet for another several moments, then he says, “I have an idea. Why don’t we give him a nice surprise? He’s out there right now getting a lap dance from the stripper we brought home, but he won’t cheat on you, right?”
My heart sinks just hearing he’s getting a lap dance from a stripper. And they brought her home? Is that normal bachelor party behavior?
I know Joey wouldn’t cheat on me, though. I’d never marry him if I thought he would.
“Of course he won’t cheat on me.”
“All right, then once she gets him riled up, he’s gonna need an outlet.”
I don’t at all like where I think he’s going with this. I don’t want to be the “outlet” for my almost-husband’s lustful yearning for another woman.
But knowing how Marcus feels about me, I hesitate to say no and make him think I’m a prude. That’ll just give him another reason not to like me.
“I know about a fantasy my brother has always had. Anonymous sex. A girl he could use without ever knowing who she was. We could set up a similar fantasy in here for him as a little pre-wedding surprise. He’ll know it’s you, of course. I’ll tell him before he comes in. But it’s so dark in here, he won’t be able to see you. Only feel you. So it’ll be easy for him to pretend.” He touches the phone again so it lights up, and then he holds out the ball gag he found in Joey’s bedside drawer. “And we’ll put this on you to keep you quiet.”
I lick my lips uncertainly. He pulls something else out of the drawer.
A second later, I hear the hum of the vibrator Joey uses on me sometimes and heat explodes beneath my skin.
“Oh, you’re a dirtier girl than I thought, aren’t you?”
It’s the first time it’s sounded like he even remotely likes me, and I find myself wanting to extend his approval.
“All right. I’ll do it.”
What’s the harm, right? I didn’t plan to sleep with Joey the night before our wedding, but I’m not opposed to it. In fact, I’ve been so trained to expect pleasure when I hear that hum, I can feel my pussy getting wet.
Marcus turns on his phone flashlight as I sit up on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t shine it at me, he just puts it down propped up on the nightstand so it can give him enough light to work, then he grabs the ball gag.
He’s cast in shadows, but I can feel his dark eyes burning into me as he puts a hand on my knee and pushes my legs apart so he can move between them. I notice his hard jaw twitch as he looks me over, takes note of my shallow breaths. My tummy flutters with nerves and a flush creeps up my neck. He’s close enough that I can feel his body heat, and he moves even closer so he can wrap the leather strap around my head.
I have to look away because he’s standing so close the fabric of my short dress is pushed up and our bodies are nearly touching. I know he’s just preparing me for his brother, but it’s sending my body confusing signals.
He’s surprisingly gentle as he secures the buckle and makes sure my hair isn’t caught, then adjusts the ball in my mouth to find just the right fit.
“That feel good?”
I nod, looking up at him.
“Fuck, you look pretty like this.”
My stomach jumps at the unexpected compliment.
My pussy leaks even more arousal.
I’m immediately horrified, but I’ve always known I had a praise kink, so I tell myself I shouldn’t freak out. It’s just the circumstances. He’s doing an intimate thing, putting a ball gag on me, telling me I’m pretty. I’m sitting on a bed in the dark with him standing between my spread legs. It’s natural for my body to get confused.
“Let’s get you ready for him, hmm?”
His voice is gruff and my heart flips over because I don’t know what that means.
He reaches back for something on the nightstand. The vibrator is still humming. My heart races with fear and uncertainty when I realize it’s coming closer. Then he plants a hand on my chest and pushes me back onto the mattress.