Page 29 of Bad Seed
“Ah!” I gasp. My wet, frozen dress presses into my skin. The shivering is instant.
“Are you cold?” he asks. Before I can answer, he presses a button and blue fire bursts to life in the center of the square coffee table. The light catches on Aubry’s skin, flicking him with an indigo glow.
Bending down to me, he brushes his palm over my chest. First across the bare part, fingers gliding around my skin. Then he reaches the little bow that does nothing to contain me and gives it a pull.
“Oh, god!” I moan, not expecting to feel his scorching lips on my breast. Right above the line of my bra, Aubry kisses down as he tugs my dress apart. He travels deeper into my cleavage, pulling wider and wider to expose me. The drawstring slips out of the eyelets and pools on my chest.
I stare down at it, about to apologize, when he picks it up and stuffs it in his pocket.
“I’m going to need that back,” I say.
His eyebrow lifts and he snickers. “Are you sure?”
“I dunno. Were you planning on keeping me here as your sex slave?” I wince, forgetting to keep my mouth in check.
Aubry pauses in warming me with his tongue and leans back.Damn it.I put on a smile hoping he knows it was a joke.
“No,” he declares with absolutely certainty. “It’s not slavery if you choose to stay.”
Fuck.I gulp, wondering if he’s got a stack of papers just waiting for me. Not that I’d sign it.
I bite my lip, staring at him soaking wet, shirt torn on one side, eyes wild.
I would. In a heart beat. Without reading it.
While he fucked me from behind.
“Sadie…” Aubry moans. Worrying a hand over his mouth, he leers at me. “We have a problem.”
“Oh?” I start to sit up.
“I don’t have a fucking clue how to get your dress off…”
I laugh at that problem and reach for the belt.
His words stop me cold.
“And I need to be inside of you…now.”
“Really?” My heart pounds, my head spinning as he reaches for his zipper.
And pulls.
“I’ve been rock hard all night having to watch you in that dress, aching to squeeze your thighs and bite your tits.”
Oh my god, are his pants nipple high? Why is this taking so damn…?
…damn…
Damn!
There’s neither a spring nor a flop. His cock emerges like a tower with a ten-gun salute. Aubry cups under it, his fingers meeting at the base. Then I remember his hand is bigger than my ass and I start to panic. The head, slightly larger than the shaft, glistens in anticipation. But what catches me is the vein. Thick and ropey, it twists from his balls to the head. Not blue. No, that thing is deep purple against the rosy brown skin.
And I want to lick it.
“Do you want this?” he asks, offering up his cock on a silver platter.
Do I want to ride this huge, obscenely rich man by the fire?
