Tease (Songs of Submission, #2) by CD Reiss

Author:CD Reiss [Reiss, CD]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: billionaire
Amazon: B00BL5VCO6
Published: 2013-02-24T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Kevin had been the fuck of my life. That didn’t mean much as he’d been one of two. Darren had been serviceable, but we were young and inexperienced and in love, so we had no idea how boring it was.

Kevin had seemed like a white hot ball of fire. He was all hands and lips. He masturbated in front of me, and I tried not to giggle because I thought hot people would be very serious. He told me I was pent up and repressed in a way that made me want to get unrepressed, but I didn’t know how. I tried to get wilder by wearing lingerie and groaning louder. I sucked his dick more. I danced for him. All that seemed wonderful at the time, like really being grown up and sexual. But he didn’t know how to take my repression, wring it out, and throw it out the window. He didn’t know how to fuck it out of me or quietly tell me to get undressed in the night air while he watched in such a way that wouldn’t make me laugh. I couldn’t have given Kevin my orgasms, because he didn’t want them. I could never have asked him to hurt me, because he would have.

I watched the sun come up through Jonathan’s window, felt his breath on my neck, and thought don’t fall in love don’t fall in love don’t fall in love. I didn’t look at him while he slept. I didn’t stroke the top of his hand where it rested on my belly. I didn’t think about him. Nothing. Not his scent or the sound of his voice. Not his sharp wit or his easy smile. My job there was to enjoy him, and sense sooner rather than later when it was time to move on. That was the only way I would get out intact.

I heard steps in the hall, and some loose, non-English muttering between a man and woman, which alarmed me. But then I heard a broom on the hardwood. The staff. They probably lived in a house out back and were like furniture to him.

My bag was on the floor. The second and last time we’d fucked, I went downstairs for it because he ran out of condoms. I’d rooted in the pockets and found a little latex sack a month from its expiration date.

I had to grab that, and my clothes, which were probably still on the porch. That would be tricky. It was broad daylight, and I couldn’t leave the room naked with the cleaning staff around. Or maybe I could. Who knew how people with money lived?

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again, but Jonathan’s phone buzzed. When I looked at him, his eyes were open.

“You gonna get that?” I asked.

“No.”

“Your cleaning staff’s been knocking around.”

The phone stopped buzzing. Jonathan stretched as if two hours of sleep had left him refreshed. “I have to go get your clothes. You don’t want to flash Maria, or she’ll start sprinkling holy water all over the place.

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