Page 135 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

This time my heart leaps with anticipation and a mingle of fear, which I’m sure like everything else he can sense.

Safe word…

Since when did I need to use such a thing? Me the quiet little bookworm.

Safe word… red…

I shouldn’t be surprised. He’d said he was going to tie me to his bed. The man owned a sex club and I’d seen the sex dungeon.

This isn’t my life, it’s different and I’m shocked to shit that the thrill excites me.

“Angel Doll, say it.”

“Red.” Fuck… I’m doing this. whatever it is he’s going to do to me.

“It’s important you understand the word. You trust me that when you use it I stop.”

I get it. I understand and nod my head in submission. “Okay.”

He watches me closely. Studying me. Assessing me.

It reminds me of the first day we met.

I feel that same thrill, that same dangerous thrill and my pussy tightens as I imagining all the things he might do to me.

“Take your clothes off for me Angel Doll.”

How funny it was I was thinking of that first day. It’s almost like a replay of the moment he truly shocked me. Questions first to make sure I understood what I was getting myself into. Then action.

I strip my clothes off and stand before him naked. He reaches out to fill his palms with my breasts and rubs his thumbs over my diamond hard nipples. I smile at the satisfaction on his face and arch into his hands.

He starts rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The pleasure builds again, rising like a crescendo. The rolling turns into kneading and short-circuits my brain. The tension building pulls at my insides and makes my pussy drip with need. The need for him to be inside me. He lowers to suck on my right breast but just for a few seconds then straightens up.

“Get on the bed baby, lie down for me.”

I dip my head to respond and like an obedient servant, I climb onto the bed, and lie on my back, resting against the coolness of the navy silk sheets. I look up at him watching me.

His eyes crawl over my body like he’s committing me to memory.

“I’m deciding what I want to do with you first,” he says, continuing that bold rake over my body. I can’t deny how the heat in his gaze arouses me. I love the way he looks at me.

The hiss of fabric ripples through the air when he backs off his jacket and is shirt slips to the floor. Like always his body is a sight to behold.

Masterpiece.

A work of art that I want for myself. Ripples of muscle on muscles catch my attention. What holds me transfixed in the wonder of him is the fantasy like way he shrugs out of his pants and boxers and lets his cock spring free.

I flick my eyes down to look at the incredible length, and I can’t wait for him to be inside me.

Nick smiles a slow, lazy smile as he crawls on to the bed over me and lust glitters his gaze.

I reach out to touch him, wanting desperately to touch him but he catches my hand and kisses my knuckles.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask.

“Everything baby. Take you to my darkest fantasies and dirty you up Angel Doll.”

I want to go there and I want him to do whatever everything means.

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