Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Kaitlyn clicks her tongue. “Just, please. This could go horribly wrong a thousand ways.”
I don’t like the anxious tone in her voice. God help me if this woman does an about-face and changes her mind. “Hey, how ’bout I throw another ten grand your way, just to say thank you and put your mind at ease?”
“Whoa. Really?”
“Yeah. Maybe the price we originally agreed upon was too low. It’s not like there’s a market for this kind of rental. I don’t want you feeling taken advantage of.”
“Wow, thanks.” Her voice is noticeably warmer. “Yeah, another ten grand would definitely put me at ease. Thanks. You still want me to burst in on you at ten?”
I laugh. “Hell yeah, I do. That’s a critical part of my girl’s fantasy. I’ll time everything on my end so we’ll be ready for you exactly at ten. I’ll leave your plastic sword outside the door.”
“Your girlfriend’s got quite the imagination.”
“Yeah, she does,” I say, smiling to myself. I like hearing the words “your girlfriend” in reference to Kat.
“You’re sure you wanna do the whole sword-fight-thing? I still think it’s gonna be more comedic than sexy, Josh.”
“Yeah, I gotta do it. My girlfriend’s gonna love it.”
Kaitlyn exhales. “Okay. If you insist.”
“My girl’s got this bizarre little script in her head. I’ve gotta stick to it.”
“Okay,” Kaitlyn says. “To each her own.”
“So we’re good, then?”
“Yep. We’re good.”
“What time can we come?”
“Any time. The place is ready for you now. I’ll text the door-code to you. Oh, and I bought some brand new feather ticklers for you to use. They’re on that rack I showed you to use—the one next to the harness.”
“Thanks so much.”
“Please don’t touch anything but what I showed you.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
She exhales audibly for the hundredth time during this short conversation. “Josh, I know we already talked about this, but it bears repeating: Don’t try to push things too far. You don’t have a clue what you’re doing and she’s a total newbie. The shock value of the place is gonna be the main thing, okay? Don’t try anything other than what I explained to you or else you’re gonna hurt or scare her.”
“I promise. Thank you. This is just gonna be about role-play. Nothing hardcore, I promise.”
“Please don’t make me regret this.”
“I won’t.”
She pauses. “So can you bring the extra money tonight? All cash?”
“Yup. No problem. I’ll put it outside the door with your sword.”
“Thanks. You’re absolutely sure about that damned sword?”
“Positive. It’s in the script. Gotta do it.” I chuckle. “See you in a bit.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
30
KAT
Ilean into the mirror to apply a light sheen of gloss to my lips. I scrutinize my eye shadow. Maybe I should add a little more shimmer to my—
The door to the bathroom bursts wide open.
A black-clad figure in a ski mask lunges at me.
I shriek at the top of my lungs.
But before I can move or react beyond screaming in terror, the blackened figure grabs my hand and places something in my palm. I look down, my throat burning and my hand trembling. A poker chip. Holy shitballs. Every single drop of blood in my body whooshes into my crotch, all at once. Is it possible to have a heart attack and orgasm at the same time?
I look back up at the menacing figure in the ski mask, but before I can react further, he wraps me into a stifling bear hug, sending the unmistakable scent of Josh’s cologne into my nostrils.
“No!” I shout, wiggling and squirming in my deliciously scented attacker’s arms. “Let me go!”
But the brute won’t be deterred. He grabs my wrists roughly and slaps soft cuffs on them, immobilizing me with his strong arms as he does.
“No!” I shout again, trying desperately to free myself from the dreaded cuffs. “Let me go!” I squirm and writhe with all my might, but, goddammit, I can’t free myself from my bindings or my attacker’s strong arms. (Yay!)
“No,” I choke out, even though every fiber of my body wants to yell, “Yes, yes, yes!”
I feel something slipping over the top my head and then over my eyes (soft satin!) and suddenly everything goes completely black.
“Let me go!” I yell. “Right now!”
But the horrible man—or dare I say, the horribly sexy man?—doesn’t stop. He lifts me completely off the ground, crushing my body against his, and, in a flash, I feel myself being carried out of the bathroom in long, delicious, cologne-infused strides.
“Please,” I whimper. “Let me go.”
He doesn’t reply. He’s carrying me in loping movements. I nuzzle my face into him and breathe in his sexy scent, my clit burning with intense arousal. This is incredible.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” I shout. Oh, God, he smells good. I’m already twitching with desire.
I hear a door opening. The sound of shoes on hard cement. There’s the sound of a car door opening followed by the sensation of my body being laid down in an extremely small space. Oh fuck, no—Josh isn’t putting me in the trunk of his car, is he? Oh shit.