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What He Demands (What He Wants, Book Three)
By Hannah Ford
Copyright 2015, Hannah Ford, all rights
reserved.
This book is a work of fiction, and any
resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Noah
9:10.
It was 9:10 and she still wasn’t here.
I took another sip of my drink and leaned
back in the red leather booth. Had
I spooked her in some way, perhaps with that talk in her lobby where I told her
that in order for her to be with me, really be with me, she’d have to do things
she’d never even considered?
She hadn’t seemed spooked.
In fact, she’d seemed eager and willing.
And according to the text she’d just sent
me, she was ready to go, all dressed up in a sexy little black dress that
hugged her curves. It drove me
insane just looking at her. I
couldn’t wait to fill her with my cock, to tie her up, to make her beg me to
fuck her.
9:14.
I wondered if she was trying to mess with
me, planning to arrive late in order to keep me guessing. The thought was amusing. If she wanted to play those kind of games,
she was going to learn fast that there would be a price.
My dick hardened, thinking about the way
she’d looked at me in the lobby earlier, telling me she wanted to understand,
to learn. I wanted to teach her,
to bring her into my world.
But she still wasn’t here.
Disappointment washed over me, and I was
shocked to realize that if she didn’t show up, I would head home. I was surrounded by beautiful women,
women who had been conditioned and primed to provide pleasure for the men who
requested it. And yet all I could
think about was Charlotte. Her
lush curves, her fiery spirit, the way it felt to hold her close. She was innocent. Pure. Perfect.
Be careful, Noah. Don’t get too close.
I wouldn’t. If she wasn’t here by 9:20, I would leave. It would be better for me. And for her. I would have her fired from helping Colin Worthington. I would tell him it was nothing
personal against her, that I just no longer felt comfortable having law
students working on my case.
The police weren’t going to arrest me
anyway. I was sure of it.
Stop being disappointed. She was too good for you. She would have never understood.
I surveyed the crowd on the dance floor,
watching as a blonde girl in her mid-twenties was collared and led to the VIP
room.
You should take another woman.
You have to.
Forget about Charlotte Holloway.
You need to get her out of your system.
Find another pussy you can bury your dick
in, a woman who will let you do what you need.
That’s when I saw her.
Charlotte.
She was standing just inside the door,
wearing that tight little black dress she’d sent me a picture of. High black stiletto heels were on her
feet, and the fabric of her dress gathered at her waist, showing off her curves
and hugging that deliciously round ass. Even from here, I could tell she was wearing more make-up than
usual. Her plump lips were done in
a shade of red that made me harden. I couldn’t wait for her to suck me off, taking every last drop of my
come down her pretty little throat.
She looked around, confused. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and
her eyes widened as she took in the fact that most of the women on the dance
floor were scantily clad and grinding up on the men. She bit her lip as she watched a man reach out and put his
hand on his date’s skirt, then pull it up and grab her ass in front of
everyone.
It was this part – her naivety
about sex and the world – that made her so irresistible. Her eyes scanned the room until they
locked with mine. She began to
make her way over to me.
She was ready to learn.
And I couldn’t wait to teach her.
Charlotte
I spotted him sitting over in the corner,
in a booth, one of those VIP ones that was raised up on a platform so that he
could have a good look at everything that was going on beneath
By Hannah Ford
Copyright 2015, Hannah Ford, all rights
reserved.
This book is a work of fiction, and any
resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Noah
9:10.
It was 9:10 and she still wasn’t here.
I took another sip of my drink and leaned
back in the red leather booth. Had
I spooked her in some way, perhaps with that talk in her lobby where I told her
that in order for her to be with me, really be with me, she’d have to do things
she’d never even considered?
She hadn’t seemed spooked.
In fact, she’d seemed eager and willing.
And according to the text she’d just sent
me, she was ready to go, all dressed up in a sexy little black dress that
hugged her curves. It drove me
insane just looking at her. I
couldn’t wait to fill her with my cock, to tie her up, to make her beg me to
fuck her.
9:14.
I wondered if she was trying to mess with
me, planning to arrive late in order to keep me guessing. The thought was amusing. If she wanted to play those kind of games,
she was going to learn fast that there would be a price.
My dick hardened, thinking about the way
she’d looked at me in the lobby earlier, telling me she wanted to understand,
to learn. I wanted to teach her,
to bring her into my world.
But she still wasn’t here.
Disappointment washed over me, and I was
shocked to realize that if she didn’t show up, I would head home. I was surrounded by beautiful women,
women who had been conditioned and primed to provide pleasure for the men who
requested it. And yet all I could
think about was Charlotte. Her
lush curves, her fiery spirit, the way it felt to hold her close. She was innocent. Pure. Perfect.
Be careful, Noah. Don’t get too close.
I wouldn’t. If she wasn’t here by 9:20, I would leave. It would be better for me. And for her. I would have her fired from helping Colin Worthington. I would tell him it was nothing
personal against her, that I just no longer felt comfortable having law
students working on my case.
The police weren’t going to arrest me
anyway. I was sure of it.
Stop being disappointed. She was too good for you. She would have never understood.
I surveyed the crowd on the dance floor,
watching as a blonde girl in her mid-twenties was collared and led to the VIP
room.
You should take another woman.
You have to.
Forget about Charlotte Holloway.
You need to get her out of your system.
Find another pussy you can bury your dick
in, a woman who will let you do what you need.
That’s when I saw her.
Charlotte.
She was standing just inside the door,
wearing that tight little black dress she’d sent me a picture of. High black stiletto heels were on her
feet, and the fabric of her dress gathered at her waist, showing off her curves
and hugging that deliciously round ass. Even from here, I could tell she was wearing more make-up than
usual. Her plump lips were done in
a shade of red that made me harden. I couldn’t wait for her to suck me off, taking every last drop of my
come down her pretty little throat.
She looked around, confused. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and
her eyes widened as she took in the fact that most of the women on the dance
floor were scantily clad and grinding up on the men. She bit her lip as she watched a man reach out and put his
hand on his date’s skirt, then pull it up and grab her ass in front of
everyone.
It was this part – her naivety
about sex and the world – that made her so irresistible. Her eyes scanned the room until they
locked with mine. She began to
make her way over to me.
She was ready to learn.
And I couldn’t wait to teach her.
Charlotte
I spotted him sitting over in the corner,
in a booth, one of those VIP ones that was raised up on a platform so that he
could have a good look at everything that was going on beneath
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