“Oh, he was working near my apartment, and I happened to walk by. We started talking, and the rest is history.”
“What’s his name? Maybe I should hire him to fix a few things in my apartment building.”
“Do you expect me to remember names?” I scoffed, causing Alistair to laugh. “Moving along, what haven’t you done yet?” I asked.
“You,” Alistair said, staring at me. “I want you,” he repeated.
“Can I get you something else? Some coffee or dessert?” Barnaby bounced from behind me.
Way to go, Barnaby. Just fuck off, please.
Alistair scratched his upper wrist and tilted his head toward our waiter. “No, nothing for me. How about you?” His finger tickled my inner thigh.
“No, I’m good,” I answered.
“I’ll settle the bill,” Alistair said, then dipped his head low when Barnaby disappeared.
I couldn’t help but notice a tuft of short, curly chest hair below Alistair’s throat. He ran his fingers through a crown of light-brown curls on his head, which accentuated his handsome face’s sharp angles. I felt a voracious appetite for Alistair Scott, who looked like a tempting snack. My stomach was sated, but my pussy screamed for his cock.
I took his hand, which teased between my legs, and slipped it inside my thong so he felt my wet sex.I’m not ready to let you go, I wanted to say.
Alistair’s jungle-green eyes shone with a readiness to ravage me. He cleared his throat and asked the inevitable question. “My place or yours?”
“There’s a place I know where we can go. Do you trust me, Daddy?”
“Of course, sweetheart. I trust you.”
I was a huntress on a big-game hunt for megafauna, and my hunger was insatiable. I was ready to taste Alistair Scott.
HOUSE OF LOVE
Vera
One hour later
“Interesting place, sweetheart,” Alistair remarked as we stepped into our room at the Casa de Amor.
“I thought you’d like it,” I whispered, peppering his masculine jaw with hot kisses.
“You are a woman of mystery, love,” he drawled, breaking away from me. “Did you come here with a former lover?”
“That’s my secret to keep,” I responded with a coy smile.
Julian once mentioned Casa de Amor, dropping hints about some secret deal with a mystery woman. All I knew… she was loaded, and she covered his debts in exchange for, well, him. Sapphire had no idea, but that mess was Julian’s to clean up, not mine. Enough about my brother, because tonight was about me.
Right outside Lester Harbor, Casa de Amor was a secluded sex motel that charged by the hour and offered a special overnight rate. Each room housed a jacuzzi, mirrors, and televisions with porn channels. Some rooms were bondage-themed, while others were furnished with disco lights and dancepoles. Our room featured a ceiling mirror above our bed and a vinyl-coated bondage horse. Next to it, there was a small table with rope to be used on the apparatus’s sturdy rings for bondage. A leather flogger lay next to the rope.
“What the heck is that?” Alistair’s eyebrows shot up as he loosened his grip on me.
“It’s a bondage horse,” I replied, slowly unzipping the back of my dress. “Once I’m in position, I want you to spank me. Feel free to use the flogger.”
“I need a minute,” he said in a panicked tone. He broke away from me, took a step back, and placed his hands in his pockets.
I bit my lip and played with my dress, exposing my black lace bra. “We can skip the horse this time. If you feel unsure about this, we can leave.” I touched his arm, but he didn’t respond.
I was about to zip up my dress and walk away when Alistair seized my waist. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks as he gyrated his pelvis into mine. “You’re mine tonight, sweetheart,” he murmured, thrusting his hardness against my body.
“Yours, hmm?” I toyed with his shirt collar, feeling the heat of his face rubbing against mine.
