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frighten me.
If I was honest with myself, being frightened was a pull for me as well. I knew James could take me to
some dark places, but I would find pleasure there, and I wanted that.
I had a board mounted with some watercolor paper that I had prepped before I left. I began to paint with
an uncharacteristically short amount of prep. Usually I did a lot of sketching and planning, taking pictures
and pinning them up. But today, I just painted. I knew exactly where to start.
I mixed some blue, a bright azure with a watery aquamarine and then added a touch of green. It didn t
take long to mix exactly what I wanted, a vivid turquoise blue that I shaped into a pair of eyes that I
couldn t get out of my head.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mr. Dominant
I got caught up painting, and so lost track of time. When I noticed the time, I cursed. I was actually
running late, which I never did. Now it had happened twice in two days.
That can t become a habit, I thought. It was hell on my nerves.
I knew it wasn t a date, but I still had to take some time and care with my hair and makeup, lining my
eyes with a soft brown, and putting a double layer of black mascara on my lashes. The effect was
dramatic for a bit of makeup. I added a light gold shadow to my eyes, and stained my lips with a dusky
red.
I smoothed my hair out, and left it down and straight.
I wore a short black dress with violet flowers splashed across it. It was a little transparent, not see-
through enough to need a slip underneath, just enough to hint at the figure beneath. It was sleeveless, with
a scoop neck that showed more cleavage than I usually preferred.
The thin black lace bra I chose clearly outlined my nipples. I wouldn t normally pair the two together,
but it seemed appropriate for a night like this.
I found one of my lacy thongs that matched the flowers on my dress. Someone would probably be seeing
my panties tonight, so why not have them match?
As I studied my reflection in the mirror, I reached a hand up, gripping my breast, massaging it and
plucking at the nipple until it showed clearly through the thin dress.
What am I doing? I wondered, even as I inched my dress up to my hips, running a finger inside my
panties. I m late, I thought, but even so, began stroking myself.
My phone rang, and it startled me out of my strange little trance. I answered in a breathless voice.
Hello?
Where are you? James s voice bit at me with no preamble. He sounded harsh, almost angry.
I looked at the clock. It was 5:49 p.m. I was supposed to be at his house in eleven minutes.
I was just about to head out. I ll be there in about twenty minutes, if I don t make any wrong turns.
What s going on? You sound strange. And you re going to be late. This is one of many reasons why I
wanted to send a driver.
I ll be right there. I had started stroking myself again, the sound of his voice turning me on, even
angry, perhaps because of that.
What are you doing? Why do you sound so breathless? he asked, his own voice changing to a purr.
Oh God, I thought, he knows what I m doing. Nothing, I told him, but I hadn t stopped.
Are you touching yourself? The purr had an edge to it now.
No, I said, because I just couldn t admit it, even though I couldn t stop. What came over me when I
got into this man s orbit?
Do you remember what I said I d do to you if you lied to me? I believe that s three times now. Don t
make yourself come. Your cunt is mine, and so is your pleasure. You re not allowed to come unless I say
so.
I just moaned.
This time his voice barked at me. If you don t get into your car this second, I m coming there, and then
I won t let you come for hours.
I was obeying, letting my dress drop and grabbing my purse, moving swiftly to my garage.
He didn t say another word, just hung up on me. I pulled up the GPS on my phone and started to drive.
There was almost no traffic, so I made it there in an even fifteen minutes.
As I pulled up to the massive gates surrounding the palatial compound he called a house, they swung
open immediately, then closed behind me.
I loved my car. It was a 2008 civic, a very reliable little car, and I d gotten a great deal on it. But it sat
out in the Vegas sun when I went on trips for several days a week, and the black paint job had become
faded. I suddenly became conscious that a car like mine would stick out like a sore thumb in a place like
this.
I tried to shrug it off. This affair was going to be brief and memorable, and I didn t need to waste a
second of it worrying about our drastic lifestyle differences.
I parked as close as I could get to the elaborately carved front door in the massive circular drive. There
were no other cars in the driveway. I figured they were parked in the huge attached garage that seemed
larger than my entire house.
The front door opened before I took even one of the steps that led up to it. I froze when I saw James.
He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of black athletic shorts with white stripes down the sides. His
torso was a work of art, his golden skin ripped up by tight muscles along every inch of it s long, lean
length. I couldn t see a hint of hair on it, and I had a feeling it wasn t from waxing.
His shorts hung dangerously low on his lean hips. His hips and his sexy pelvic muscles stuck out
starkly, shaped into a defined V, and I wanted to lick every inch of him. His shorts were baggy, and the
shadows weren t in my favor, so I couldn t make anything else out below that but knees, calves, and feet.
Even those were spectacularly sexy, long, with starkly defined muscles running along his calves.
Get in here, he said by way of greeting, his voice gravelly and rough. I d been standing and just
ogling him for a good five minutes.
I obeyed, just brushing past him. He sucked in a harsh breath at our almost contact.
I had dinner ready, but that s going to have to wait. You re a little minx, you know that?
I didn t know that, so I just shook my head, looking around at his intimidating entryway.
I sooo don t belong here, was my first thought, as I eyed up all the marble floors and clean columns, and
the double stairway leading to the second floor. It was beautifully decorated in desert colors, with heavy, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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frighten me.
If I was honest with myself, being frightened was a pull for me as well. I knew James could take me to
some dark places, but I would find pleasure there, and I wanted that.
I had a board mounted with some watercolor paper that I had prepped before I left. I began to paint with
an uncharacteristically short amount of prep. Usually I did a lot of sketching and planning, taking pictures
and pinning them up. But today, I just painted. I knew exactly where to start.
I mixed some blue, a bright azure with a watery aquamarine and then added a touch of green. It didn t
take long to mix exactly what I wanted, a vivid turquoise blue that I shaped into a pair of eyes that I
couldn t get out of my head.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mr. Dominant
I got caught up painting, and so lost track of time. When I noticed the time, I cursed. I was actually
running late, which I never did. Now it had happened twice in two days.
That can t become a habit, I thought. It was hell on my nerves.
I knew it wasn t a date, but I still had to take some time and care with my hair and makeup, lining my
eyes with a soft brown, and putting a double layer of black mascara on my lashes. The effect was
dramatic for a bit of makeup. I added a light gold shadow to my eyes, and stained my lips with a dusky
red.
I smoothed my hair out, and left it down and straight.
I wore a short black dress with violet flowers splashed across it. It was a little transparent, not see-
through enough to need a slip underneath, just enough to hint at the figure beneath. It was sleeveless, with
a scoop neck that showed more cleavage than I usually preferred.
The thin black lace bra I chose clearly outlined my nipples. I wouldn t normally pair the two together,
but it seemed appropriate for a night like this.
I found one of my lacy thongs that matched the flowers on my dress. Someone would probably be seeing
my panties tonight, so why not have them match?
As I studied my reflection in the mirror, I reached a hand up, gripping my breast, massaging it and
plucking at the nipple until it showed clearly through the thin dress.
What am I doing? I wondered, even as I inched my dress up to my hips, running a finger inside my
panties. I m late, I thought, but even so, began stroking myself.
My phone rang, and it startled me out of my strange little trance. I answered in a breathless voice.
Hello?
Where are you? James s voice bit at me with no preamble. He sounded harsh, almost angry.
I looked at the clock. It was 5:49 p.m. I was supposed to be at his house in eleven minutes.
I was just about to head out. I ll be there in about twenty minutes, if I don t make any wrong turns.
What s going on? You sound strange. And you re going to be late. This is one of many reasons why I
wanted to send a driver.
I ll be right there. I had started stroking myself again, the sound of his voice turning me on, even
angry, perhaps because of that.
What are you doing? Why do you sound so breathless? he asked, his own voice changing to a purr.
Oh God, I thought, he knows what I m doing. Nothing, I told him, but I hadn t stopped.
Are you touching yourself? The purr had an edge to it now.
No, I said, because I just couldn t admit it, even though I couldn t stop. What came over me when I
got into this man s orbit?
Do you remember what I said I d do to you if you lied to me? I believe that s three times now. Don t
make yourself come. Your cunt is mine, and so is your pleasure. You re not allowed to come unless I say
so.
I just moaned.
This time his voice barked at me. If you don t get into your car this second, I m coming there, and then
I won t let you come for hours.
I was obeying, letting my dress drop and grabbing my purse, moving swiftly to my garage.
He didn t say another word, just hung up on me. I pulled up the GPS on my phone and started to drive.
There was almost no traffic, so I made it there in an even fifteen minutes.
As I pulled up to the massive gates surrounding the palatial compound he called a house, they swung
open immediately, then closed behind me.
I loved my car. It was a 2008 civic, a very reliable little car, and I d gotten a great deal on it. But it sat
out in the Vegas sun when I went on trips for several days a week, and the black paint job had become
faded. I suddenly became conscious that a car like mine would stick out like a sore thumb in a place like
this.
I tried to shrug it off. This affair was going to be brief and memorable, and I didn t need to waste a
second of it worrying about our drastic lifestyle differences.
I parked as close as I could get to the elaborately carved front door in the massive circular drive. There
were no other cars in the driveway. I figured they were parked in the huge attached garage that seemed
larger than my entire house.
The front door opened before I took even one of the steps that led up to it. I froze when I saw James.
He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of black athletic shorts with white stripes down the sides. His
torso was a work of art, his golden skin ripped up by tight muscles along every inch of it s long, lean
length. I couldn t see a hint of hair on it, and I had a feeling it wasn t from waxing.
His shorts hung dangerously low on his lean hips. His hips and his sexy pelvic muscles stuck out
starkly, shaped into a defined V, and I wanted to lick every inch of him. His shorts were baggy, and the
shadows weren t in my favor, so I couldn t make anything else out below that but knees, calves, and feet.
Even those were spectacularly sexy, long, with starkly defined muscles running along his calves.
Get in here, he said by way of greeting, his voice gravelly and rough. I d been standing and just
ogling him for a good five minutes.
I obeyed, just brushing past him. He sucked in a harsh breath at our almost contact.
I had dinner ready, but that s going to have to wait. You re a little minx, you know that?
I didn t know that, so I just shook my head, looking around at his intimidating entryway.
I sooo don t belong here, was my first thought, as I eyed up all the marble floors and clean columns, and
the double stairway leading to the second floor. It was beautifully decorated in desert colors, with heavy, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]