Free Web NovelChapter 53: Every Inch Of Her...
[Music: Party Monster By The Weekend]
The time read 1 a.m.
Bringing the cigar to my lips, I took a measured drag, eyes glued to the screen.
Anastasia had woken up, stretching. She sat there for a while, seemingly trying to collect her thoughts. I could tell she was contemplating the so-called dream she had.
My mouth curved upward when she touched her chin, neck, and chest, the same spots I’d left kisses.
Her fingers threaded through her hair, and I zoomed in to catch the expression on her face. She looked deeply confused and terrified.
I ran my tongue over my lips and tipped my head slightly, wishing I could zoom in more, but this was as close as I could get.
She took the covers off her frame, fingers stroking the anklet. I can’t tell if she wanted to rip it off or not, but either way, she decided not to.
That’s too bad. I have already ordered two more just in case.
I studied as she slapped her face to snap out of it before getting out of bed. She went to feed the ragdolls first, taking a moment as she offered them pets and a lot of quality time.
Kneeling on the floor and using the feather wand toy to play with them. She rained kisses on their faces, squishing their cheeks, and probably mumbled a ton of things to praise them.
I brought the rocks glass to my lips and sipped a little vodka.
Once Anastasia was done satisfying them, she walked toward her closet, and I switched the camera with a tap of a button against my laptop.
She began stripping, her clothes pooling at her feet.
I shifted in my seat when my bulge became far too uncomfortable, pushing tightly into the confinement of my pants.
When she faced toward the camera as she tied her hair up, my throat went dry.
Fuck me.
I exhaled a heavy breath, running my fingers through my hair. It doesn’t matter how many times, it always hits me up the same way, that euphoria when the smoke numbs your brain and trips you over.
This was... harder... than any high I have ever experienced.
Her round, plump tits with juicy pink nipples that begged for my mouth, her flat stomach toned from the years of ballet training. Her hourglass figure and wide hips I ravished, sinking my nails into.
Every inch of her was perfect, and the way her delicate skin glowed like the moonlight was... glorious. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Anastasia walked to the bathroom, my self-control teetering at the surface. God... I have waited this long already, but a fucking moment was about to reduce me to ashes.
I took a long drag from my cigar, smoke escaping from my lips and nostrils as I welcomed more numbing. I leaned my head back, sinking into the seat with an arm draped over my face.
This was gonna be a long fucking night.
I survived, as fleeting as it was... I did. The sun was up, but I was still glued to the screen. Anastasia had woken up again, doing her warm-ups, the center of her room spacious, so she could do her splits and show me just how deliciously flexible she was.
I already told the team to install a barre. I could have easily done all of that before the wedding, but I wanted to see the look on her face when I made all those intentional arrangements.
Believe me, I’m still high off my mind from the surprised look she gave me when I made the call for the closet transformation.
An hour later or so... The team arrived to refurbish her room.
"I told you not to wear my shirt."
"Sue me. Can’t tell the difference anyway."
"Fuck you."
"You’re an ass, you know that?"
"Says the one who can’t wipe his properly."
I eyed my door where the noise came from. Those little idiots don’t know a thing about knocking, so they just walked straight in.
"You’re back!" Luca announced the obvious with a wide grin, practically buzzing with energy like always.
"Whoa! How high are you right now?" he added.
"You sound like chipmunks behind that door. You know... from Alvin and the Strippers."
"You mean chipmunks..." Dante corrected.
"Oh, he’s wasted, alright," Luca commented as he sat down, legs up on my low glass table.
One look from me was enough to make him take them off.
"I trust there wasn’t any trouble during my absence," I got to the point.
"No, sir..." Dante replied.
"How’s it going with Shane... Found him yet...?"
"Making progress... sooner or later, we are gonna find the bastard wherever hole he crawled in," Luca spoke proudly.
"Where’s Elliot?" I pressed the bottom of my finished cigar onto the ashtray.
"At the company. He’s been busy."
"Good."
I already knew he was handling things perfectly in my absence. His need for perfectionism was what made him exceptional in that aspect.
There was a knock on the door.
"Master Luca, it just arrived."
"Nice!"
He jumped to his feet and rushed to answer, taking a shopping bag and closing the door. He sat down, grinning ear to ear, and pulled out shirts and sweaters.
I may be tripping right now, because those sizes were mice worthy.
"This one looks good! What do you think?"
Dante rolled his eyes as if he already knew what he was up to.
"Brother?" he looked to me, hopeful for approval.
"That won’t fit you."
Luca shrugged. "Because they are not for me. These are for Boba and the other cat. I don’t know his name yet."
"Playing dress-up games," Dante huffed.
"What? They’d look so precious on them."
"Grow up."
"As if you have... Your age has already declined."
"Boys..." I stopped their bickering. "I need you to do something for me. Remember Jacob Cole?"
"What about him?" Dante asked.
"You told us he’s needed alive..." said Luca.
"Not anymore...my hands are tied by my word. Yours, however, are not."
I closed my laptop and pushed to my feet. "Do it the old-fashioned way. Make me proud."
"Yes, sir." They replied in unison.
I rounded the table and walked out of the office when my phone rang.
I picked.
"How’s the dock looking...?" I paused when I got a reply, but it wasn’t the desired one. "I don’t want excuses. Make sure there are no mistakes. I need that shipping made in Midnight."
I slowed down my steps. "What about King? No one said it was just his turf. I have buyers there, so do what we do best. Sell the fucking merchandise."
