Page 105 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

Meanwhile, I’m here to relieve his stress in whatever filthy way he hungers for.

He stares at me with cold, impassive eyes.

For a moment, I feel nothing more than a passing fancy, with him acting the part of a rich stranger sizing up his paid whore for the night.

“May I come in, Mr. King?” My seductive voice carries in the air between us.

He quietly shifts to the side, letting me pass, but only gives an inch of space. My body brushes against his enticingly, feeling his already hard cock.

The moment I’m inside, the lock clicks into place.

“Take off your coat.”

No casual greeting or chivalrous pretense.

No seduction.

Just a firm command.

Untying the knot in the middle, I slip it down my shoulders and let it puddle on the floor. Nothing happens for the longest time except for my slowly rising breaths. The burning fireplace in the corner of the living room heats my already hot body.

I wait for his second command.

It doesn’t come.

I shiver at his warmth teasing my back as he steps close. I inhale his earthy scent, fighting the urge to glance over at him.He hasn’t spoken more than two words to me, and my nipples are already pebbled and my panties is all soaked.

A calloused touch in the middle of my spine startles me.

It travels down to the top of my ass tortuously slow.

I hiss under my breath.

In a flash, it disappears and Kingston presses himself flush against me. Every soft curve I possess molds to his hard ones. His rock-solid cock taunts against the curve of my ass, tempting me to grind against it. To free it from its confines and thrust down on it.

However, his tight-knit dominion on my mind and body holds me shackled.

His steady breath feathers over my head and I feel his eyes burning into me, trailing over my illicit state. Without the protection of my coat, I might as well be naked.

He’s tall enough to see my heavy breasts spilling crudely over the neckline of my cupless bustier. The bustier is a naughty gift from him, reminding me I’m his plaything for tonight.

It’s an erotic union of my fantasies and his.

Two halves uniting into one through kinky debauchery.

Encircling one arm around my stomach, he drags the flat of his palm upward to cup the underside of my left breast possessively. Squeezing and fondling it roughly, he raises it higher and runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple.

“My little whore knows to obey,” he hums in approval. After groping my other breast, he continues his inspection by inching his hand down. I spread my legs voluntarily and stifle a moan when his fingers come in contact with my bare pussy through the crotchless panties attached to a garter belt. “Good. It’s your holes I’m interested in tonight. Nothing more.” Dipping one finger between my folds, he rubs it up and down before taunting me with a derisive chuckle, “You obviously love the thought.”

My gaze goes hooded when he wipes his sticky finger across my lips, painting them in my essence.

Leaving me bereft, he strides to the bar in the corner and pours himself a drink. Snapping his fingers at his feet, he commands, “Come here.”

I do as I’m told. As soon as I’m close, he picks me up and sets me on the wide counter and shoves my legs apart. His eyes are an inky pool of darkness. The flirty and protective man who took me on a romantic date yesterday has vanished. Standing before me is a sadistic predator in a bespoke suit.

“Play with your cunt,” he orders coldly. “Show me if it’s worth the obscene amount of money I’m spending on it.”

“Yes, Mr. King,” I whisper, continuing our charade, and slip my hand to my pussy. “I’m here to serve you any way you desire.”

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