Page 93 of Love Me in the Dark
Not that it would matter. My office was soundproof, and even if it wasn’t, Wanda would never come in unless asked.
“What’s happening? Why can’t I move?”
“You’ve been hypnotized, Bill,” I stated and looked over at June, “just like your pretty wife.”
When his brows pulled together in confusion and he asked, “Why?” I wanted to shake my head.
“Come now Bill, you’re not that dumb.” I tipped my head and arched a brow. “You put one of my girls in the hospital.”
Did he really think he would get away with it?
Bill’s eyes widened. “What are you going to do?”
I looked over at June sitting next to him with her hands folded on her lap. “How much do you love your wife, Bill?”
The heavy swallow he choked down was answer enough for me.
“Stand up, June.”
“What are you doing?” Bill called out when she obeyed and robotically rose to her feet.
Propping my elbow on my thigh, I dropped my chin in my palm and openly eyed June’s body. A feat that would’ve been easier if she wasn’t wearing such unflattering clothing.
“That’s a lovely outfit June, did you pick it out?”
“No,” she stated flatly. “Bill did.”
That wasn’t surprising. Women who looked like her typically showed off their curves. “What kind of panties are you wearing?”
“June.” Bill snapped. “Sit down.”
She of course ignored him.
“A lace thong.” A small smile spread across her lips. “I like lace.”
“As do I June.”
Bill’s frown morphed into a snarl. “You motherfucker… if you so much as touch her…”
“I bet you look good in lace, June.” I locked my stare on Bill’s. “Why don’t you show me.”
June began to strip and that’s when Bill tried to yell, despite the command I’d given him. So, what should’ve been an amplified sound coming out of his mouth, was instead a garbled growl.
While the struggle in his tone was amusing, it was also disruptive. Every time he told his wife to sit down, or tried to get her to stop, her face would twitch.
That I couldn’t have. Three words was all it took to silence the man.
“Be quiet Bill.”
Now all he could do was glare his hatred at me as I leaned back and admired his wife’s exposed body. June did indeed look good in lace. I particularly enjoyed the way her pert, pink nipples pressed against the white fabric.
“Take your panties off.”
June slid them down her legs while I took my time, letting my eyes drift over her curves to the small patch of dark hair between her legs. It wasn’t what I usually went for, but the little heart decorating her cunt was cute.
I lifted my arm and gave a little wave. “Come here, June.”
The obedient way she shuffled over had my cock stiffening.
