Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
When I feel his cock at my opening, I shift myself downward to take in more of him. He chuckles—I can only assume he enjoys watching me squirm, begging for him to fuck me.
And then, he pushes forward. Gradually, he stretches me and lodged himself deep inside me.
I reach up to grip his strong arms, feeling his body strain as he fucks me. He’s all hard sinews and muscles. This body has been sculpted by discipline—quite possibly the kind that borders on obsession.
“You feel so good, kitten. Fuck.” He pulls my hair as he curses, exposing my neck so he can kiss me and nibble on my sensitive skin.
I start to shudder. I’m still sensitive from the first interrupted orgasm and from all the teasing. I can already feel my climax coming.
“You’re tightening up, kitten. Are you about to come?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir,” I moan.
“Not yet,” he says. “You’re not allowed to come yet.”
I want to protest, but it takes everything I’ve got to stop myself from reaching the peak. Everything feels so good, too good for me not to go over the edge.
When my Dom grabs my hips, I know I’m in trouble. The angle lets him get deeper inside me. I try to squirm away, afraid I’m going to come, but his grip is strong and unyielding.
“Don’t come yet.” He pounds into me, putting his body weight into every thrust. His movements make me slide up the bed, until he puts his hand on my head and pulls on my hair.
I tense up, putting all my effort into delaying the deluge of orgasm that’s about to wash over me.
“Good girl,” he says as he fucks me hard, using my body for his pleasure.
“Please, Sir . . . I can’t stand it . . .”
“You want to come?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Sir. I’m all yours.”
“Then come,” he says. “Come for me.”
At his command, I let the floodgates open. My orgasm crashes hard and fast over me, making me lose control of my own body, my legs shaking involuntarily.
He comes with a roar, burying himself deep inside my pussy. Our bodies writhe together as we squeezing every little drop of pleasure we can from each other.
My Dom strokes my hair lovingly as we come down from our shared peak. “That was amazing, kitten,” he says before he pulls out of me.
“Can I see your face, Sir?” I ask. I don’t know if that’s an inappropriate question to ask in this club, but I can’t let him go without asking. The curiosity would plague me forever.
“Maybe next time,” he says. “I’ll find you again, kitten. Be patient.”
I hear the door open and close.
Wait, what? Is he out already?
I pull the tie off my head to find myself in an empty room.
He’s gone.
I just let a masked stranger I don’t even know fuck me.
The only thing he left is the navy-blue necktie he used as my blindfold.
Oh, and the money on the nightstand.
Adam
One Year Later
“Can you just tell me if she’s still working there? You’ve been giving me the run-around for months, telling me to just keep coming in case I see her. Is this what I pay such a high membership fee for?” I ask, my voice growing louder and louder as I lose my cool.
This is not right.
I’ve been looking for Katie for a whole year, and I still can’t find her.
Maybe I should’ve gotten her phone number, or at least her full name. Remembering how she was with me, I don’t think she would’ve said no.
I’ve beaten myself up over this fact many times over the past year. But to be fair, I had no idea it was going to be impossible to find her again.
As it turns out, the most exclusive club in the city keeps the place a secret from most people by hiring tight-lipped staff. It’s only reasonable. As a businessman, I can see the logic behind it.
But as a man who’s looking for the most perfect girl he’s ever met, I can’t accept the club’s decision to remain quiet in the face of my desperation.
I’ve been coming to The Succubus all the time, looking for her.
On weekends, I’m here. On weeknights, if I can slip away from the office early, I come here before driving myself home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
Where the fuck is she?
I’ve asked people at the club multiple times, but I’ve gotten no answers. Apparently, nobody knows any Katie who works there.
I’ve been told every excuse in the book. They tell me I have the wrong name; she’s a guest and not an employee; and she may not even work there anymore.
All those answers are possible, of course. That’s one of the most infuriating thing about this. I don’t know which one is the truth.
At this point, I’m even starting to doubt the whole thing even happened. Maybe it was just my imagination.