Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I hold up a finger. “Don’t speak a fucking word.” Closing my hand over her wrist, I urge her farther into the penthouse, closing the door behind her. She puts a few steps between us, her head swiveling around to take in the space.
The penthouse exudes luxury, with marble floors and counters, jeweled chandeliers, velvet rugs, and grand mirrors. The best part is the floor-to-ceiling windows that wrap around the entire building, revealing an unobstructed view of the city that’s currently lit by the soft glow of the moonlight. It’s impressive. However, that’s not why we’re here. “I’m going to use you tonight like the naughty little slut you are, do you understand?” I ask, feeling her out.
Her expression is one of surprise before her features soften, making my dick thicken. She hasn’t been doing this job long, if the vulnerable doe eyes are any indication. And boy, is she going to earn her money tonight. “Take off your coat but leave the shoes on.” I love a heel, and so does Tristan.
He really is missing out tonight. Her pretty, fat lips part, then she begins to speak. “I don’t think—”
“Good,” I snap, halting her words. “I don’t want you to think.” I move over to her and yank at the belt keeping her coat closed, making her gulp at my rough handling. “I want you to be a good little whore for me tonight. Tomorrow you can go back to thinking.”
Fucking hell, she’s wearing red lace underwear and nothing else beneath her coat. My eyes skim her luscious curves, my tongue gluing itself to the roof of my mouth as I take in the ivory skin dipping down the valley of her tits.
She wrings her hands and shuffles from foot to foot, unsure of herself, and I like the submissive, innocent vibe she’s giving. It’s a hot contradiction I’m going to exploit and get every drop of pleasure from. She opens her mouth again to speak, but I stop her by swiping my thumb across her thick bottom lip. My cock aches when her tongue darts out to swipe across the pad. “You get to use only four words tonight.” My voice is dripping with lust, eager to get this started. “The first one is, please.” I drop my gaze, looking down into her radiant green orbs. “The second and third are yes and sir.” She waits silently for the fourth, and I smile. She’s going to be such a good girl. “The fourth is your safe word. Do you already have one?”
She’s trembling, a pink blush tinting her skin from the tip of her nose, expanding down her cheeks and neck before creeping over her chest like spilled ink. Fucking hell, I’m going to come before I even get inside her. I’m not sure if her coyness is an act or real, but it doesn’t matter because I want to be inside her while she quivers. “Do I need one?” she eventually asks, roaming her gaze over me.
She sounds sweet, inexperienced. “Yes.” I grasp her face, lowering my head to take her mouth. Sweeping my tongue inside to taste her, she moans, leaning into me and grappling at my shirt like a starving woman. Pre-cum weeps from the tip of my cock. Damn, she tastes incredible, like liquor, cherries, and vanilla ice cream.
Although I don’t make a habit of paying for sex, I’ve been with a few escorts to know this feels different. Most put on a show—fake bravado, feigning horniness—but not this girl. She’s vibrating with need that’s getting under my damn skin.
Pulling back, I try to catch my breath as my eyes drop to her lips, red, and puffy from my mouth. “Safe word,” I urge her. “You say it, and we stop. Okay?”
Her head moves up and down. “Yes.”
“What is your safe word?”
Brow puckered, she looks down at her feet. Clasping her jaw, I tip her head back, forcing her to look up at me. Water glistens in her eyes as she shrugs her coat off, chucking it across the room. “Cousin,” she states firmly. “My safe word is cousin.”
Not one I would use, but to each their own. “Good girl,” I express, and she seems to stand a little taller at my praise. I decide to test her memory. “What are the words you’re allowed to use?”
Her pink tongue swipes across her lip to dampen it, making my already hard cock painfully push against my zipper. “Yes, sir, please, cousin.”
Reaching down, I pinch her nipple through her bra. When she jolts at the contact, I move my mouth there, flicking my tongue against the tight bud hidden beneath the lace to ease the sting. “Get on your knees for me.” Not all escorts sub, but most will do anything if the price is right. She worries her lip but then drops to her knees. “Palms on your thighs.” She follows instruction well, but that’s not surprising since she’s paid to do so.