Page 76 of Roulette: The Madam

I exited the car swifter than usual. When I arrived at the passenger door, Princess was no longer laying down. Her snooze had been interrupted and it pained me deeply. I opened the door and leaned inside.

Her natural fragrance welcomed me. The enhancement she’d sprayed to start her evening had been scrubbed away in the shower. Though the scent was lovely, it couldn’t compare or compete with her body’s aroma.

“I can walk,” she confessed as a yawn separated her lips.

Disregarding the unsolicited declaration, I slid my hands underneath her body and scooped her up in my arms. I used my knee to seal the door behind us and made my way toward the door that led to my home.

“Garage door open.”

Our entry was announced by the security system. I carried Roulette through the mud room. The laundry room followed.And, then, we entered the kitchen. Her discomfort grew with each step I took.

While it was obvious she wanted to lean into her natural urge to lead, it was also obvious that she wasn’t completely opposed to being led. The internal battle continued. The power struggle was clear.

“Relax.”

“I’m capable o–”

“Lay down and shut the fuck up,Princess,” I advised in the gentlest tone I could muster.

Though it had softened by the time it left my mouth, it wasstilla demand, nonetheless. My point wasstillmade. My stance wasstillapparent. And my request wasstillmet. Her cheek rested against my shoulder, right where it belonged.

My journey through the kitchen paused as we passed the medication cabinet. I removed one of the slim packets from the recovery box and slid it into my pocket. The adventure continued as I relieved myself of my loafers before stepping into the hallway.

We made it into my bedroom without incident. I lowered Roulette onto the bed. She sat upright, peering down at me as I kneeled in front of her. I took her right foot into my hand and began to peel off the boot that stopped at her thighs. The first one put up a fight but the second one came off with ease.

“Thank you,” she yawned for the fifth time since I’d gotten her in my whip.

“You’re welcome.”

I stood and pulled her up with me. The belt of her trench fell from her waist after being untied. The black fabric parted slightly, exposing her perfectly round breasts. I pushed the coat from her shoulders and down her arms.

With every ounce of strength I could muster, I kept my urges at bay. Instead of taking her into my arms and sitting her onmy dick, I made my way across the room to lay her coat on the back of the chair near the television that hadn’t been powered on since it was purchased and mounted.

In an attempt to suppress my desires, I took a detour instead of returning to her side. I removed three bottles of water from the built-in beverage fridge that was concealed in the television console. I was in no hurry to get back to Roulette.

She was too fucking tempting. Too tasteful. Too tantalizing. Too thrilling. And, too tired. She deserved rest.

However, I was too invested. Too intrigued. Too infatuated. Too enthralled. Too engrossed. Too entranced. And, too engaged to stay away for too long. I returned to her with my eyes to find her in the same position, watching me with those pretty brown eyes.

Her body lacked flaws. From the top of her head to the sole of her feet, she was perfect. Her deep brown skin emphasized her features, magnifying every detail. She was the sultriest, sexiest being I’d ever encountered. Without opening her mouth, moving a single limb, or batting a lash, sex secreted from her pores.

Fuck me.

Touch me.

Love me.

Spoil me.

She screamed behind those eyes.

Patience, Princess. I plan to.

“Here. Drink this.”

I handed her one of the bottles of water after uncapping it. I did the same and turned up the second bottle. When it was half gone, I straightened my neck and brought the bottle down to my chest. Roulette had finished a little more than a quarter of the one I’d given her.

“More–” I commanded.

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