Statues by Jessie Verino
Alexandria Darnoud values her privacy as much as her art collection. Her living art collection. Rumors run wild throughout New Orleans about her hedonistic, invitation only, parties. Dante is a report working undercover as one of her statues in order to break the story of his career.
Tough, take no prisoners Alexandria, has a secret she dares not even acknowledge to herself. She wants to surrender her hidden passion to a man who can take control, and Dante is her man of choice. But will Dante give up his story, his career, to keep Alexandria tied to his bed?
If she touched him
now, even with the towel, they'd never make to the rest of the game, or the bed.
He took the towel from her. "I'll do this. Is there beer in the bar
refrigerator?"
"Yes." The answer was soft.
"Sir," he added. "Yes, sir." Although she might be expecting to call him master,
he wasn't that into the game. It felt too weird. "Open one and wait for me."
"Yes, sir."
He watched her walk to the bar, did a cursory rub down, and wrapped the towel
around his hips. Taking his time, he followed at leisurely pace, and thought
about how to handle the situation. Looking at her now, as she stood stock still
and nude in the room, beer in hand, made him a little nervous. Out of his
element here, he had no idea what Alexandria expected, or how to provide it.
What he needed to do was leave, write the story, and forget about her and her
games. Impossible. He'd already gone too far
The large mirror over the fireplace caught his attention, and he smiled as the
beginning of an idea formed. Perfect. Not even glancing in Alexandria's
direction, he walked to the chair and settled into soft leather warmed by the
fire. "You may bring the beer."
He accepted the bottle, a label he didn't recognize and probably way out of his
class. "Sit. On the floor in front of me."
In the mirror, he watched her graceful movements as she lowered herself to the
floor. The quick rise and fall of her breasts in anticipation of the unknown,
the fluttering of her eyelashes as she struggled not to look at him.
A minute passed, and another, before he moved, positioned his feet between her
legs and spread them wide exposing her. "Place your left hand behind your head."
Delicate, soft fingers settled close to his dick. He took advantage, guiding her
hand to grasp him and held it there. "Use your right hand to play with your
pussy."
Focused on the mirror, he watched her fingers slide through the tight red curls
to stroke over her clit and he felt an unexpected jolt of pure sexual pleasure.
Who knew taking control could be so stimulating? So potent?
Alexandria resisted. Her grip tightened on his already hard cock, her thigh
muscles trembled as tried to pull free from her uncomfortable position, and he
spread her legs a little farther apart. Erotically beautiful, enticing, forced
into submission by no more than his whims and bound without restraints.
Statues
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