she could still feel how wet she was just from being able to lick his perfect delectable skin.
"Once you are done, I’ll be releasing you for the rest of the day. Do whatever you need to get done for yourself and then report ready for work at seven tonight. I’ll have your clothes ready up here in your room."
“My room is downstairs—” She jumped in, but he silenced her with a stern look that vanished quickly.
“In your…other room.” Looking her up and down, his wicked grin was back. "I want you showered and ready for dinner service. You’re going to be the entertainment tonight..."
"Pardon?"
"I mean, you’re going to help me entertain tonight." He quickly corrected himself. Mr. Richard played innocent, but Tosh knew what she heard, and she was ready to draw a line for him. No women! No "friends!" No games! But before she had the chance to say anything, he was leaning over her, meeting her mouth to mouth and devouring her in a kiss. This wasn't an endearment, it was a hungry attack of his lips and tongue. Grazing her bottom lip with his teeth, sparks ignited in her blood that woke her body up in a sexual charge pulsing to her sexual core. Falling deeper and deeper into the dominating power of his lips, she willingly opened for him with a moan. Stroking his tongue with hers, she was hungry to please him and matched the power of his kiss, but a pinch to her jaw stopped Tosh with a gasp, forcing her to willingly submit to the pleasures of his kiss. He consumed her in that kiss, eliminating complications and concerns, but just before Tosh could bring her arms up and around his neck, Mr. Richard pulled away and was gone.
Stunned and speechless, Tosh stood there in the lavish bedroom, swaying in her shock. Her lips hummed from the lingering taste of him, and she hugged her arms tightly around herself, fighting off the chill of her unsatisfied need for him. Things had just moved from an erotic dream to some kind of domestic nightmare. Pressed and folded with care, the red sheets lay on the bed like a lover’s note, reminding her that she was here by paid position and not a romantic invitation. This night might just be the end of her, but she was a lost victim to her body’s desire and curiosity. Despite her better judgment, she was going to return that night to find out where this all would lead.
Chapter 7
By daylight, The Odyssey was like any club after hours with the cleaning staff hard at work washing away the remnants of the night before and preparing for the victims who crossed the threshold at sundown. Only few clubs would require the waxing and polishing of leather whips, crops, and delightful tables equipped with clever devices and restraints. The club had been part of an upper class secret society over a hundred years ago in England, and it was Richard and Thomas who found how lucrative the depravity and lust that thrived in man’s heart was. Thus, the Odyssey found a new home hidden under the sidewalks of L.A., ready to serve up whatever sexual desire a person was willing to pay a substantial amount for.
Unlike his nine to five life, Richard’s office at The Odyssey offered him a sanctuary, but today his universe had begun to spin out of control. Large chocolate eyes and rich full brown hair monopolized his thoughts, nearly enraging Richard, for all the other more important items that sat unattended on his desk. She was quickly becoming a dent in his well-formed armor, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. No one had managed to break through, and he needed to keep his wits about him to guarantee there would be no harm when it came time to walk away before she took off running. The night before he had come close to pulling her into his bed and confessing everything to her...but how could he? How could he tell her the truth without scaring her away? If it were him, he would run without looking back.
Turning on his heels, he looked at the large envelope sitting in the middle of his desk.
"Once you are done, I’ll be releasing you for the rest of the day. Do whatever you need to get done for yourself and then report ready for work at seven tonight. I’ll have your clothes ready up here in your room."
“My room is downstairs—” She jumped in, but he silenced her with a stern look that vanished quickly.
“In your…other room.” Looking her up and down, his wicked grin was back. "I want you showered and ready for dinner service. You’re going to be the entertainment tonight..."
"Pardon?"
"I mean, you’re going to help me entertain tonight." He quickly corrected himself. Mr. Richard played innocent, but Tosh knew what she heard, and she was ready to draw a line for him. No women! No "friends!" No games! But before she had the chance to say anything, he was leaning over her, meeting her mouth to mouth and devouring her in a kiss. This wasn't an endearment, it was a hungry attack of his lips and tongue. Grazing her bottom lip with his teeth, sparks ignited in her blood that woke her body up in a sexual charge pulsing to her sexual core. Falling deeper and deeper into the dominating power of his lips, she willingly opened for him with a moan. Stroking his tongue with hers, she was hungry to please him and matched the power of his kiss, but a pinch to her jaw stopped Tosh with a gasp, forcing her to willingly submit to the pleasures of his kiss. He consumed her in that kiss, eliminating complications and concerns, but just before Tosh could bring her arms up and around his neck, Mr. Richard pulled away and was gone.
Stunned and speechless, Tosh stood there in the lavish bedroom, swaying in her shock. Her lips hummed from the lingering taste of him, and she hugged her arms tightly around herself, fighting off the chill of her unsatisfied need for him. Things had just moved from an erotic dream to some kind of domestic nightmare. Pressed and folded with care, the red sheets lay on the bed like a lover’s note, reminding her that she was here by paid position and not a romantic invitation. This night might just be the end of her, but she was a lost victim to her body’s desire and curiosity. Despite her better judgment, she was going to return that night to find out where this all would lead.
Chapter 7
By daylight, The Odyssey was like any club after hours with the cleaning staff hard at work washing away the remnants of the night before and preparing for the victims who crossed the threshold at sundown. Only few clubs would require the waxing and polishing of leather whips, crops, and delightful tables equipped with clever devices and restraints. The club had been part of an upper class secret society over a hundred years ago in England, and it was Richard and Thomas who found how lucrative the depravity and lust that thrived in man’s heart was. Thus, the Odyssey found a new home hidden under the sidewalks of L.A., ready to serve up whatever sexual desire a person was willing to pay a substantial amount for.
Unlike his nine to five life, Richard’s office at The Odyssey offered him a sanctuary, but today his universe had begun to spin out of control. Large chocolate eyes and rich full brown hair monopolized his thoughts, nearly enraging Richard, for all the other more important items that sat unattended on his desk. She was quickly becoming a dent in his well-formed armor, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. No one had managed to break through, and he needed to keep his wits about him to guarantee there would be no harm when it came time to walk away before she took off running. The night before he had come close to pulling her into his bed and confessing everything to her...but how could he? How could he tell her the truth without scaring her away? If it were him, he would run without looking back.
Turning on his heels, he looked at the large envelope sitting in the middle of his desk.
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