Page 18 of Tempting God

“Good girl. Thank you for being honest with me.”

His gaze holds mine as his big hand moves higher, going under the plaid skirt. I spread my legs to give him access to the place I want him to touch me, and he doesn’t disappoint. His fingers skim over my panties.

“Lace? I would have guessed an innocent schoolgirl would have gone with cotton.”

“I’m not that innocent.”

He hums a laugh under his breath. “Let’s find out. Spread your legs wider.”

I do, and he shoves my panties aside, running his finger through my slit.

“You’re drenched. Is there something you want to share with the class?”

My snort turns into a moan as he presses his finger against my clit.

“Answer me.”

“I’m turned on,” I admit.

“I can tell.” He toys with me as he says, “Does this mean you would like to explore other…activities tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I have a room where we can…play.” He pulls his hand back and says, “Shall we?”

This is why I came to Unfortunate Souls. So I could have an experience with someone who can give me what I crave.

Nodding, I say, “Take me to your room, GC.”

He slides out of the booth first, holding out his hand. I take it, a zap of electricity shooting through me at the contact. He’s silent as he leads me to the elevators. A man dressed in a black suit presses the button, stepping aside so we can enter. There are seven levels in total, and I’m curious to see which one he pushes.

GC asks, “Do you know about the different levels here at the club?”

“A bit. It’s a nod to the seven layers of hell, right?”

“Very good. The higher levels are tamer. The lower levels are full of sin. Tell me, love, are you ready to sin?”

“I am.”

“Good girl.”

He presses level two, and the lift descends.

It’s strange. There’s no nervousness on my end. Only anticipation. I meet GC’s gaze. So much anticipation.

The doors open, and he leads me from the elevator. I pay little attention to where we’re going, because it doesn’t matter. Only our destination matters.

He comes to a stop in front of a door, using his fingerprint to unlock it. The door swings open, and he gestures for me to enter first. I do, loving how I have to brush against him as I pass. His breath fans my hair, letting me know he’s as affected as me.

The room is fairly basic. A large bed sits against one wall. There’s a nightstand next to it with two bottles of water on top. Nothing screams ‘sex dungeon’, but perhaps those secrets are hidden behind one of the two closed doors.

GC closes the door and says, “Undress, my naughty girl, but leave on your mask and panties.”

“Don’t you want to see my face?”

“I do, but not until I’ve had my cock buried deep inside of you. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

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