Page 72 of Indecent Obsession
“No, princess.” I chuckle and stand, heading over to grab the decanter. “But we should have a little more wine with dessert.”
I add some to my glass and hers before setting it on the table. Then I offer her my hand. When she takes it, I pull her to stand with me. I reach into my pocket and pull out a couple of mints, handing her one.
“You think of everything.” She unwraps it and pops it in her mouth.
“I can’t feed my girl garlic and not give her a mint.” I kiss her temple and hand her wineglass to her. “Before we proceed, there will be costs as we go through.”
“Hmm.” She taps her finger on her lips. “I don’t have any money.”
“Clothing.” I smirk and take a sip of my wine before heading to the play room door. “To get in, you have to leave something behind.”
She already slipped off her shoes when she came in. There are plenty of choices. Well, not plenty, but enough to make the tour worthwhile. She sets the wineglass on a side table and meets my eyes as she unbuttons her shirt.
Reaching down, I take off my socks and put them on a chair. She shrugs off her shirt, revealing her pretty white bra. She drapes the shirt over the back of the chair. I didn’t get to admire the view in the office, but I’m sure my gaze is as hot as Wyatt’s was. Every inch of Sara is worth appreciating.
I want to kiss each of her freckles that disappear into her bra.
“What next?” She picks up her glass and drinks a little more.
“Open the door.”
She twists the knob and pushes open the door. When she lifts her hand to turn on the lights, I tsk her.
She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Lights cost, princess.” I drop my gaze to her bra as I work on the cuffs of my shirt.
“Should I just take my skirt off too? I’m not really dressed for strip anything.” She smiles as she reaches behind her to unhook her bra.
“Just the bra. And it’s not a very expensive tour.” I shrug out of my shirt and drape it over hers.
Sliding her bra off, she places it over my shirt with a fake pout. “We haven’t even gotten through the door and I’m almost broke.”
Her breasts are perfect. My hands itch to touch them while my mouth waters to suck on them. But once I touch her, I won’t be able to stop. I want to savor the anticipation.
“There are other ways to pay, princess.”
“I’m sure there are.” She arches an eyebrow and I direct her to the door. After she turns on the lights, she steps in.
It’s not huge, but the space is well laid out. She reaches out to touch the St. Andrew’s cross.
“That will cost you.” My voice holds a teasing tone.
She smiles and draws her hand back. “I can look but not touch.”
“Ah, now you’re understanding what it’s like to be a voyeur.” Though I desperately want to touch her. I want the scent of her covering me. I want to own her.
“Is that all you’re going to do tonight?” She pauses next to the bed. Her nipples are tight peaks. Her black pencil skirt frames her small waist and hips. “Watch.”
I could. Spend the evening watching her get herself off. But that’s not what I want. Not tonight.
“No, you’re going to be a good little whore and let me fuck you however I want.”
She drops her hand on the bed as her body flushes pink all the way to her nipples.
“Time to pay, princess.” I gesture to her hand on the bed.
Her mouth opens to protest, then closes. She drinks the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the nightstand.
