Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He’d tried calling Melissa all day without success; it was only when he dropped in at the club where they’d met that he’d heard the rumors. He couldn’t believe it at first, it made no sense. From what little he’d garnered, she must’ve been killed on her way home from his place last night.
He’d cleaned up any sign of her presence in his house and tried to erase anything that might link them together, but as a lawyer, he knew it wasn’t that easy. He could maybe explain away the phone calls between them as lawyer-client privilege, no matter that most of those calls were made long after business hours.
And when he thought back, he couldn’t remember leaving any incriminating messages on her phone. But the notes; he’d written her little love notes that he had no way of knowing what she’d done with them. He’d signed each one your loving Donnie Boy, but surely there had to be more than one Don in this town.
No one would ever put the two of them together unless they were guided in that direction. That thought was the only thing keeping him from packing up and running. He should’ve known better after last time… No, it can’t be. This was something else entirely.
And besides, it sounded like Mel had had some kind of car accident. Like someone had run her off the road and then left. Please let that be it. The thought of it being anything else, of him being the one responsible for the beautiful young girl’s demise left him feeling cold.
The door opened behind him, and he turned with a start. He studied the woman that stood there for a minute before relaxing his shoulders. “You’ve been a naughty boy Donnie.” He whimpered, and his dick got hard as he followed her into the bedroom.
CHAPTER 14
Don was torn between guilt and excitement as he made his way into the bedroom behind the statuesque woman. As she turned and dropped her overcoat, revealing the leather and lace ensemble beneath lust, fear and disgust warred within him. It has always been this way with them.
But as usual, she knew, and the saccharine sweet smile on her face as she sauntered over to stand in front of him only confirmed that she still had the ability to read him like a book. He watched the long red pointed nail of her finger as she tapped his chest with it before trailing it down towards his burgeoning cock that was now straining for release from the confines of his slacks.
He knew it wouldn’t be that easy. “Did you fuck that little slut with my cock Donnie?” He swallowed hard when her hand cupped his cock and squeezed ever so gently before exerting more pressure. “Umm, nice and hard for me.” She rubbed her hand up and his down his length as a wet spot appeared behind the zipper of the light khaki color of his slacks.
He all but whimpered in his throat as the whip that he hadn’t really noticed in her hand teased up his thigh. He could already feel the bite, and the sting from her lash and his knees grew weak with excitement. “Take off these nasty clothes, you filthy beast.
Don’s hands shook as he rushed to do her bidding. Already he could feel the silk of her thigh high stockings against his skin, could already imagine the feel of her wrapped around his cock. It didn’t matter that after years of use, her pussy was not as tight as Mel’s Mel was gone.
He stumbled in his movements for the merest of seconds as he remembered the beautiful young girl. His guest, as if reading his thoughts, took umbrage and brought the riding crop down hard across his cock that was still safe behind his slacks and shorts, making it jump and leak more precum.
He didn’t speak because he knew from experience that he wasn’t allowed to, not yet anyway. His only job here was to obey her every command and to please her, of course. Once naked, he stood in the middle of the room with his hands by his side, awaiting her orders.
She stretched out one of her stiletto-heeled shod feet, and he got down on his knees. “Kiss my feet.” He placed the lightest of kisses against her instep as she moved the leather tip of the whip along his back threateningly. Although he knew what came next, he dared not get ahead of himself as his body shook with excitement.
Slowly he made his way up her inner thigh with his lips until they reached the apex of her thighs where he inhaled her fresh womanly scent, a scent he was very familiar with before making his way down the other thigh.
Sucking her toes through the material of the stocking wasn’t the same as having her bare flesh in his mouth, but it would do for now. His cock dripped long strands of precum onto the floor as his heart raced with excitement. “On the bed, you need to be punished for your blatant disobedience.”