Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
I can’t lie. I’ve been mused about this for a long time. More so recently since getting the email. I’ve touched myself to the thought of what it would’ve been like had I let Joshua dominate me like he wanted.
It caught me off guard back then. I kept thinking it was wrong and that he must’ve thought less of me. But now that I look back on it, he never treated me differently. He was just more aware of what he wanted. He shared his desires with me and fear kept me from submitting.
I wonder what it would have been like if I’d let him cuff me to the bed like he wanted to. What he would have done to me. I stifle my moan at the thought of him strapping me down and spreading my legs while I’m bound and helpless.
Madam Lynn’s cough makes a blush stain my cheeks. I turn and ignore the fact that my thoughts must’ve been obvious.
A frown pulls at my lips as I take in the room, remembering what we were just talking about. Coming here would be nothing like what I fantasize about. I’m not interested in an orgy or voyeurism. Whatever it is that they call it.
I was hopeful that this was going to fulfill my needs, but all this tour has done is fill me with regret. I wish I’d never ended things with Joshua. I let my fear push him away.
I bite the inside of my cheek.
“I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you,” Madam Lynn says, her seductive voice grabbing my attention and bringing me back to the present.
“Why’s that?” I dare to ask.
She may be elegant and graceful, but Madam Lynn seems to be a woman of secrets. She has a look in her eyes and a manner of speaking that makes it obvious that she knows more than she’s telling you. I’m not sure I like that, but considering her profession, it’s admirable.
“I have a feeling you’ll be spending most of your time in a private room.” My shoulders relax slightly at the thought. Yes, I think I’d much prefer privacy.
I open my lips to ask to see the rooms, but my body freezes as my eyes catch sight of him. My heart, my blood, everything slows and heats to a nearly unbearable degree.
I blink a few times. Not believing he’s here.
“Alena,” Joshua steps into the room, proving that he’s not a figment of my imagination. My entire body feels as though it’s on fire.
Holy fuck!
Ten years ago he was a hot-as-fuck twenty year old. The years have aged him beautifully. His strong jawline and broad shoulders heighten the severity of his suit. Joshua has always radiated power, sex appeal and authority to me. But in this moment he is the epitome of dominance.
I almost take a step back as he walks closer to me, out of sheer instinct. But my lust for him has me frozen in place. I can hardly breathe as the images I was just conjuring flash before my eyes.
Prickles of want travel down my body, hardening my nipples.
Desire stirs in my core.
“I have more work to attend to,” Madam Lynn says to no one in particular and not waiting for a response. she gracefully, yet quickly leaves me alone with Joshua.
This is not good.
As she closes the door behind her, the only thing I can think is that I am so fucked.
JOSHUA
Iexcel at reading body language. And right now my Cherry is looking to bolt, but more than that, she’s turned on. I have to resist the urge to smile. I want her. I want her badly. And it’s obvious that she wants me too.
“Do you want to try it out?” I ask her as she tries to right herself. She still hasn’t spoken and I can practically hear the questions on the tip of her tongue.
There’s a spark between us, a recognition of desire and want. But our past is in the way and all I want is for it to move aside so I can take her like I’m meant to.
“Joshua,” she finally says my name as I walk closer to her, standing at a safe distance, but close enough to talk easily.
“How are you Alena?”
She nods her head as her fingertips roll the hem of her dress nervously and she glances behind me at the door. Her cheeks are colored with a violent blush that looks beautiful on her.
“How did you-” she starts to ask, but she doesn’t complete the thought.
It could be one of many questions.
How did I get here?
How did I know she was here?
I decide to lay it all out for her and let her choose what to do with it.
“I knew you were coming.” I answer her. My heart races as her eyes widen. “In fact, I asked Madam Lynn to send you the invitation.” I spot the large wing back chair and decide to take a seat. It will be less intimidating for her if I’m sitting.