AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And how I don’t like it.
Stepping from the bathroom, wearing only a towel, I find Grant fully dressed in one of his many well-tailored suits. Arms crossed, his eyes are fixated on the green and gold painting I gifted him upon my arrival.
He stares at that painting nearly as much as he stares at me.
When I make my way across the room, I find that he has laid my attire for the evening on the bed—a sleek navy dress, nude thigh highs, and a sheer black thong.
Lifting the thong from the bed draws Grant’s attention, and he promptly says, “Allow me.”
His fingers tug at the towel, and it falls to the ground at my feet as he takes the thong from my hand. Kneeling before me, he positions the panties for me to step into them. Once they’re around my ankles, he drags them up my legs and over my hips before placing a soft kiss over the still tender flesh he burned his mark into last night.
“Sit.” He gestures to the bed as he grabs one of the nylon stockings from his position on the floor. Bunching the opening toward the tip, he slips it over my toes before resting my foot on his chest. At the same time as he stares into my eyes, his fingers slide to my upper thighs as he positions the lacy garter. The lustful look in his eyes grows, and he repeats the process for the other stocking.
How in the hell is getting dressed hotter than having your clothes ripped off?
Pulling the dress from the bed, he slips it up my legs before helping me stand. As he slides it up my body, I slip my arms into the sheer billowed sleeves. He arranges it over my shoulders, and dusts my hair out of the way to tie the strings of the dress at the nape of my neck. His lips kissing above the knot, he takes advantage of the open back of the dress and glides his knuckles down my spine.
“You are fucking gorgeous, kitten.” He holds my back to his chest as he stares at the two of us in the mirror. “I’m almost tempted to keep you here for myself tonight.”
Please…
After slipping the heels on my feet, he leads me downstairs and to the front door. He turns the knob to open it, and ushers me through it and down the steps to the waiting car.
I’ve passed this door hundreds of times in the past two weeks, but not once have I even checked to see if it was unlocked.
Grant opens the passenger door of the sleek, black sports car and holds my hand to help me into the passenger seat. Kissing my knuckles, he releases my hand and shuts the door. Quickly, he rounds the car and climbs into the driver’s seat. After putting the car into gear, his hand is immediately on my knee and sliding up my inner thigh.
His grip unwaveringly firm, he speeds down winding country roads. When we finally come to a stop, it is in front of a gate equally as ornate as the one in front of his home. Releasing me from his grip, he pulls a card from his pocket and swipes it over a box just beyond his car window. The gate slowly draws open, and he pulls through.
Taking the long drive at the same speed as the roads before it, I try to determine just how far back we are from the road.
Far…
Clearing the trees, we pull before a massive estate with a few cars parked before it.
Either we are early, or this is a small party.
Grant parks the car and walks around to open my door. Helping me from the car, he slips my hand into the crook of his arm. The two of us walking into this place as though I am his date, not his pet.
The door opens when we reach it, and a well-dressed man is waiting on the other side with a tray containing two drinks.
“Mr. Geyer.” He dips his head. “Your Gibson Martini and a Tennessee Mule for the lady.”
My eyes dart to Grant as he retrieves the drink for me.
He remembered my drink?
“You get just one, kitten. No one wants a sloppy fuck. Understood?” His words feel cold as he places the copper cup in my hands.
For every shred of evidence I get that I’m more than just a plaything to him, it feels as though I get two more to recant it.
Threading my arm back into his, I follow his lead down the hall. We pass a room with a few beautiful women waiting anxiously on a couch. My eyes linger on them for a moment as I wonder why I’m not left to wait there with them.
Reaching the door at the end of the hall, Grant pauses before opening it. Turning to me, he firmly grips my chin and pulls my eyes up to his. His voice is quiet and deep when he speaks, “Obedient little pets do what is asked of them to please their owners. You know what I want from you. Are you going to be a good little kitten for me tonight?”
The idea of being fucked by two men at once intrigues me.
But more than anything I wish that it were happening on entirely different terms.
