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I felt lightheaded, my knees wobbly, but I’d never felt more alive in my entire life.
And as I followed Anthony out, the only sensation I felt was watching myself become someone else.
Someone I was excited to meet.
3
PYPER
My heart was in my throat as I followed Anthony through the banquet hall, out the double doors, and down the hallway.
There was no nervousness in me. I only felt this charged excitement.
When we got to a studded, black padded door, a little part of me tensed. Of course, I didn’t expect some kind of sex dungeon, but there was something about this man that screamed dominance.
When he turned around and looked at me, my belly fluttered. I couldn’t see his mouth, but I just knew he was smirking. He pushed the door open, and the smell of old spices, rich cigar smoke, and masculine scents flooded my nostrils right away.
The room was decorated how I imagined a rich man’s study would be. There was a low fire burning in a fireplace on the far wall. Leather chairs and couches were sporadically placed, the lighting low, and a thick and rich cloud of smoke filled the interior.
Nobody paid us any attention as we made our way through the main room and continued toward the back. Anthony led me to a small alcove, one that offered full privacy but still continued the aesthetic of the cigar room. There was one large chair set in the corner of the alcove, and it looked just big enough for a man of Anthony’s size. Beside the chair was a small, wooden table with delicately detailed design work around the top edge. The lamp on the table had the green shade that was reminiscent of what you’d see in a library, giving it an old-world touch.
I noticed a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid on a silver tray that held a cigar and the paraphernalia that went along with it. As Anthony sat down, I stood across from him for a moment. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was supposed to do. I was so nervous my palms were sweating and my mouth was dry. I was pretty sure my body was reacting this way because it was working purely on survival mode.
I didn’t even know why he brought me here.
So I kept standing there, saying nothing, feeling the arousal rising in me, because this man just kept watching me so intently I felt like I was nude up on an auction block for his appraisal.
The fact that I couldn’t see his face nor his expression drove me absolutely insane in the best way.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Thankfully, a man in black-and-white attire entered the small alcove. He said nothing as he poured Anthony a drink, and when he tipped his chin in my direction, the waiter poured me a glass as well, then he left.
Soft music was playing overhead, but it was drowned out by my pulse beating rapidly in my ears. Still, Anthony said nothing, his fingers gently smoothing over the dark and clearly expensive material covering his thigh.
“Sit right here.” He patted the spot in question, his voice just as deep and rich as the bourbon sitting beside him.
I felt my body move of its own accord until I slowly sat down where he wanted me. I gripped the arm of the chair to steady myself, knowing if I didn’t, my hand would be shaking.
I felt dainty as I sat on his lap. His body was so big and hard that it made me feel soft in all the right places. He reached over and grabbed the cigar, rolling it between his fingers, the act extremely arousing, but I couldn’t understand why.
Maybe it was because the cigar was thick and obscene in shape. Or maybe it was because my mind was already in the gutter and had been since I met this man. But he just watched me as he kept rolling it back and forth, and I couldn’t help but imagine him doing that with his cock.
I realized I was breathing harder, unable to control even the simplest of actions, because I’d never felt so on edge.
“How far do you want to take things?”
The question from him seemed simple enough, but I knew the subtext of what he asked… the consent he wanted from me.
I licked my lips, and I felt his gaze land there, even though I couldn’t really make out his eyes tracking them.
“Far,” I whispered, not realizing I said that lone word until it hung between us.
He rumbled out a sound deep from within his chest. “Pull your dress up like a good girl.”
I bit my lip and found myself instantly doing exactly what he wanted. God, I had no shame, and I was here for it.
The sounds of the men just around the corner of this little hidden nook seemed so loud now. But then again, doing something I shouldn’t out in the open and pretty much in public tended to do that.
When my upper thighs were revealed, he shifted and grabbed one of my legs, making me gasp as he lifted it and spun me to face him, dropping it over the other side of the chair until my legs were spread lewdly open. It was then I felt how hard he was.
