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“That’s right, kitten. Fuck yourself good.” I stroke my cock, eager for her next move.
Her fingers circle her clit faster, her body writhing on the bed. “Yes,” she moans, over and over. “Oh fuck.” She squirms, lost in her solo pleasure. Then, abruptly, she stops.
I pause, brows furrowing. Why did she stop? Before I can process, she reaches into her nightstand and pulls out a hot pink toy. A growl escapes me, my grip tightening. “That’s it, Francesca. Fuck yourself for me.”
The toy buzzes to life as she slides it across her wet pussy lips. Her smile is sinful, legs twitching as the vibrations intensify. “Fuck,” she hisses.
I match her pace, stroking my cock quickly, imagining her tight cunt squeezing me. My body tenses. “Come for me, kitten.”
Her skin flushes pink, pussy glistening. Toes curling, one leg extends while the other falls to the side, offering me a perfect view of her swollen, shiny lips.
“Oh, God, yes!” she cries out. “Damien, yes!”
Hearing my name on her lips sends a shockwave through me. “I’m right here, my precious pet. Let me hear you scream my name again.”
She moves the vibrator, teasing her clit before plunging it back into her cunt. Her body starts convulsing and twitching. “Damien, yes! Fuck me.”
The sight of her in the throes of passion, knowing I’m the one she’s thinking about, is too much. My cock explodes in my hand, but I can’t look away as her orgasm goes on and on. Each time she moans, it’s my name on her lips.
“Damien,” she whispers one last time, breathless, before her body sinks into the mattress, a smile playing on her lips.
I can’t tear my eyes away. Francesca is even more perfect than I realized. This—she—is going to be my greatest game yet. Soon, my precious pet. Soon I will fill you with this cock and make you mine.
Sweat slicks my skin, and my cock softens in my hand. I love it, but I can’t let this happen. I’m the one in charge here, not Frankie. This is my game. I make the rules, and only I can change them as the game progresses.
I clean myself up quickly. While Francesca basks in the afterglow, I find the business card she gave me and shoot off a quick text message.
Tonight. 7 pm. Creative black tie. Dress accordingly.
My eyes stay fixed on the screen as her phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Francesca goes completely still, pausing briefly before she blindly reaches behind her for the phone. She takes a deep breath and swipes across the screen, bringing it to life. Her eyes scan the message, and her smile grows.
She immediately texts back. I’ll be ready.
Good. I have a few hours to take care of business, and then Francesca will be mine.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Frankie
I look around The Edwardian, an upscale restaurant where the waitstaff, including the women, dress in black or white tuxedos. They all look like they belong on the runway—not one fucking hair is out of place. I get a sea of perfect smiles aimed my way, and suddenly, I’m uncomfortable.
In my work capacity, I could stroll in here and command everyone to shut the hell up and do as I say, but as a guest, I feel way out of my league.
Luckily, Damien doesn’t feel the same. He’s standing tall, comfortable with his place in the world, and the staff treat him as if he’s royalty.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear. His warm breath sends a tantalizing shiver racing across my skin. The way his lips brush my ear is almost too much.
I straighten, trying to mask the electric jolt caused by his touch. Turning to him, I grin. “Who says I’m not relaxed?”
“I do,” he whispers back, a teasing lilt in his voice. “You’re tense as hell, and I’m trying to figure out why.”
“This,” I reply but stop short as we reach our table. The view is spectacular. I can see the whole damn city below on one side and the sparkling water of the ocean on the other. In all its glitz, glamour, and grime, this is my city. My home. And tonight, it’s beautiful.
“This?” His smile is teasing, but there’s pure curiosity in his eyes.
“It’s just a little intimidating at first,” I admit with a shrug. “But these are just people with more money than most of us. Not special. Not better, just different.”
