Run to Him: The Full Novel: A Domination/Submission Alpha Male Billionaire Suspenseful Romance (The Billionaire's Beck and Call Book 4) Read Online Free Page A
the sweet scent of her perfume mingled with the light odor of her sweat. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but the intimacy made me want to pull away. I breathed a sigh of relief when she turned, crooking her finger at me, urging me to follow.
I took a deep breath, and did just that, despite the sense of dread growing in my stomach with each step. Just what, exactly, was I getting myself into here?
We passed through a set of leather padded double doors, and a wall of sound and scent hit me in the face. A throbbing beat hit me, pulsing in my chest, and then somewhere lower, the music dark and primal. The smell of sweat and liquor mingled with the sweeter notes of perfume, but the underlying scent is what made me pause, my steps faltering, and look around me. Sex filled the air, musky and sensual; arousal coming from every direction. I kept walking.
I saw bodies tangled in the dark to either side, and realized we were in some kind of ballroom. There were lush velvet and leather booths lining the walls, candles burning low on the tables, illuminating lovers in various states of undress. Laughter met my ears, and then a sharp crack , followed by a scream.
I did stop now, my heartbeat pounding in my throat. My hostess turned back, a smile on her face, and reached for my hand.
“It’s quite alright,” she purred. “Some of our guests play rougher games than others.”
She nodded toward the far corner, where a woman was bound to what looked like a giant X, her legs and arms spread wide; her body trembling and nude. We moved closer, and I noticed the man standing before her, immaculate in a black Italian suit. I let out a hiss of breath when I saw the leather flail in his hand, then noticed the unmistakable glisten of arousal slickening the woman’s thighs… her nipples rock hard peaks as she eyed him, eager for more.
I hurried after the hostess, trying to keep my eyes forward, even as we passed other couples. I couldn’t help but notice another woman bent over some kind of strange bench, her naked ass in the air, her cheeks red and bruised, as her master leaned over her, caressing her flesh as tears ran down her face.
I was ashamed to admit, as bizarre and almost creepy as this place was, seeing these women, bound and submissive, made my pussy tingle in my silk panties. It was times like these that I wished I’d never met Maxwell Pierce… never discovered how much I enjoyed being handled roughly by the man I loved. How much I loved being spanked over a mahogany desk, then taken hard from behind… And how much I missed it, now that it was gone.
We passed through another set of leather-padded doors—soundproofed, I now assumed—into a darkened hallway, lit only by gilded wall sconces, their glowing light illuminating the rich merlot wallpaper, then up a winding staircase, and through another hallway. I felt more and more like I saw walking into the belly of some great beast, as if this whole hotel-turned-club, or whatever, was one gigantic monster, breathing slowly around me, just waiting to capture me deep inside itself and slowly leech my life away. Digest me whole.
We passed several rooms now, each with jet-black doors and gold numbers marking them. Muffled screams and moans surrounded us, leeching through the wood. I cleared my throat, suddenly very, very nervous about what kind of job offer this really was.
He didn’t dare think I was some kind of two-bit hooker, did he? That I would sell myself to him, just like that? Well, if he did, he certainly had another thing coming!
I mean, sure, I signed Max’s contract, but only to wear his kinky little uniforms and let him spank me once in a while… not to fuck me. And that was very, very different. Wasn’t it?
The more I thought about it, the less sure I was. I felt myself blushing, my cheeks burning as I followed the hostess, willing myself to just be cool, already and stop the impending freak out growing inside of me with each new door we passed.
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I took a deep breath, and did just that, despite the sense of dread growing in my stomach with each step. Just what, exactly, was I getting myself into here?
We passed through a set of leather padded double doors, and a wall of sound and scent hit me in the face. A throbbing beat hit me, pulsing in my chest, and then somewhere lower, the music dark and primal. The smell of sweat and liquor mingled with the sweeter notes of perfume, but the underlying scent is what made me pause, my steps faltering, and look around me. Sex filled the air, musky and sensual; arousal coming from every direction. I kept walking.
I saw bodies tangled in the dark to either side, and realized we were in some kind of ballroom. There were lush velvet and leather booths lining the walls, candles burning low on the tables, illuminating lovers in various states of undress. Laughter met my ears, and then a sharp crack , followed by a scream.
I did stop now, my heartbeat pounding in my throat. My hostess turned back, a smile on her face, and reached for my hand.
“It’s quite alright,” she purred. “Some of our guests play rougher games than others.”
She nodded toward the far corner, where a woman was bound to what looked like a giant X, her legs and arms spread wide; her body trembling and nude. We moved closer, and I noticed the man standing before her, immaculate in a black Italian suit. I let out a hiss of breath when I saw the leather flail in his hand, then noticed the unmistakable glisten of arousal slickening the woman’s thighs… her nipples rock hard peaks as she eyed him, eager for more.
I hurried after the hostess, trying to keep my eyes forward, even as we passed other couples. I couldn’t help but notice another woman bent over some kind of strange bench, her naked ass in the air, her cheeks red and bruised, as her master leaned over her, caressing her flesh as tears ran down her face.
I was ashamed to admit, as bizarre and almost creepy as this place was, seeing these women, bound and submissive, made my pussy tingle in my silk panties. It was times like these that I wished I’d never met Maxwell Pierce… never discovered how much I enjoyed being handled roughly by the man I loved. How much I loved being spanked over a mahogany desk, then taken hard from behind… And how much I missed it, now that it was gone.
We passed through another set of leather-padded doors—soundproofed, I now assumed—into a darkened hallway, lit only by gilded wall sconces, their glowing light illuminating the rich merlot wallpaper, then up a winding staircase, and through another hallway. I felt more and more like I saw walking into the belly of some great beast, as if this whole hotel-turned-club, or whatever, was one gigantic monster, breathing slowly around me, just waiting to capture me deep inside itself and slowly leech my life away. Digest me whole.
We passed several rooms now, each with jet-black doors and gold numbers marking them. Muffled screams and moans surrounded us, leeching through the wood. I cleared my throat, suddenly very, very nervous about what kind of job offer this really was.
He didn’t dare think I was some kind of two-bit hooker, did he? That I would sell myself to him, just like that? Well, if he did, he certainly had another thing coming!
I mean, sure, I signed Max’s contract, but only to wear his kinky little uniforms and let him spank me once in a while… not to fuck me. And that was very, very different. Wasn’t it?
The more I thought about it, the less sure I was. I felt myself blushing, my cheeks burning as I followed the hostess, willing myself to just be cool, already and stop the impending freak out growing inside of me with each new door we passed.
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