missing anything, but you will. You deserve to see what is out there. What’s fun and different. New and exciting. Don’t sell yourself short because you’re scared. I beg you, don’t let this pass you by. You’ll regret it if you do. Trust me.”
“She’s right, you know,” David chimed in. “This is an experience so many dream of but only few get to achieve. It’d be a shame for you to leave without knowing what really awaits you inside.”
Amber nodded, squeezing my shoulders tighter. “Please stay.”
Licking my lips, I sighed. I was here and dressed to impress, even if only for a moment. What did I have to lose? Like Amber said, I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want. I spent my days taking chances, making big deals worth loads of money. If I walked away from something like this, I would indeed regret it. God, I really was being a candy ass. I needed to grow a pair of lady balls and get my shit together. To walk away now would prove me to be a pussy, and I couldn’t have that. I resigned in myself that this was a New Year’s party, nothing more. Walking around in my birthday suit was more metaphorical than literal, no matter how literal it really was. I was being reborn. Shedding my past and letting go of Jacoby. I straightened my shoulders and nodded one strong nod. “Okay, let’s do this thing.”
Amber pushed my hair away from my forehead and smiled. “You look beautiful and I’m so proud of you. Tonight is about freedom and pleasure. You do what you want, when you want. No one controls you,” she smirked, “unless you want them to.”
I pursed my lips and wiggled my eyebrows. “Spank me, baby.”
She smacked me across my ass, and that same moan that escaped David earlier rumbled through the air. Amber feigned a girlish laugh. Her chest jutted out as she gave David a flirtatious wink.
“Next,” a deep voice hailed.
Amber linked her fingers with mine, ensuring I couldn’t escape. She led me to the front door, where two very muscular men stood wearing tailored black suits. Both were holding electronic tablets in their sizable hands. I had to force myself not to stare at the man in front of me. His smooth chocolate skin and his plump lips were like candy begging to be tasted. Muscles rippled through the contours of his suit and his stern demeanor sent quivers down my spine. Maybe it had something to do with the knowledge of what was about to go on inside, but I could easily imagine riding this stallion until my body exploded in eternal bliss.
“Invitation and identification, please?” he requested.
I pulled the white card that had been attached to the acceptance letter and my driver’s license out of my clutch, handing them to the guard. He glanced over each item, then ran my license through a scanner attached to his tablet.
“Welcome, Ms. George. Mr. Hawk is pleased that you’ve accepted his invitation and wishes you a pleasant evening.”
“I, uh, thank you.”
He handed back my license and invitation, gracing me with a sweet smile. “If you’ll step inside, they’ll present you with your partner card.”
The front doors opened and a burst of heat expanded from the house. My freezing cold skin welcomed the warmth.
People filed through the doors after being admitted into the house by the guards. From where we stood, I could see into the grand foyer, lined with tables in front of several doors, which appeared to lead into the main edifice. This was set up unlike any house I’d ever seen. It felt more like a concert hall than a home. Gray marble flooring and a crystal chandelier that looked as if it had come straight from the Paris Opera House in The Phantom of Opera , welcomed the excited guests of Mr. Sebastian Hawk.
“C’mon,” Amber persisted. “Let’s get inside so we can warm up.”
I could think of a dozen different meanings to the phrase warm-up.
“She’s right, you know,” David chimed in. “This is an experience so many dream of but only few get to achieve. It’d be a shame for you to leave without knowing what really awaits you inside.”
Amber nodded, squeezing my shoulders tighter. “Please stay.”
Licking my lips, I sighed. I was here and dressed to impress, even if only for a moment. What did I have to lose? Like Amber said, I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want. I spent my days taking chances, making big deals worth loads of money. If I walked away from something like this, I would indeed regret it. God, I really was being a candy ass. I needed to grow a pair of lady balls and get my shit together. To walk away now would prove me to be a pussy, and I couldn’t have that. I resigned in myself that this was a New Year’s party, nothing more. Walking around in my birthday suit was more metaphorical than literal, no matter how literal it really was. I was being reborn. Shedding my past and letting go of Jacoby. I straightened my shoulders and nodded one strong nod. “Okay, let’s do this thing.”
Amber pushed my hair away from my forehead and smiled. “You look beautiful and I’m so proud of you. Tonight is about freedom and pleasure. You do what you want, when you want. No one controls you,” she smirked, “unless you want them to.”
I pursed my lips and wiggled my eyebrows. “Spank me, baby.”
She smacked me across my ass, and that same moan that escaped David earlier rumbled through the air. Amber feigned a girlish laugh. Her chest jutted out as she gave David a flirtatious wink.
“Next,” a deep voice hailed.
Amber linked her fingers with mine, ensuring I couldn’t escape. She led me to the front door, where two very muscular men stood wearing tailored black suits. Both were holding electronic tablets in their sizable hands. I had to force myself not to stare at the man in front of me. His smooth chocolate skin and his plump lips were like candy begging to be tasted. Muscles rippled through the contours of his suit and his stern demeanor sent quivers down my spine. Maybe it had something to do with the knowledge of what was about to go on inside, but I could easily imagine riding this stallion until my body exploded in eternal bliss.
“Invitation and identification, please?” he requested.
I pulled the white card that had been attached to the acceptance letter and my driver’s license out of my clutch, handing them to the guard. He glanced over each item, then ran my license through a scanner attached to his tablet.
“Welcome, Ms. George. Mr. Hawk is pleased that you’ve accepted his invitation and wishes you a pleasant evening.”
“I, uh, thank you.”
He handed back my license and invitation, gracing me with a sweet smile. “If you’ll step inside, they’ll present you with your partner card.”
The front doors opened and a burst of heat expanded from the house. My freezing cold skin welcomed the warmth.
People filed through the doors after being admitted into the house by the guards. From where we stood, I could see into the grand foyer, lined with tables in front of several doors, which appeared to lead into the main edifice. This was set up unlike any house I’d ever seen. It felt more like a concert hall than a home. Gray marble flooring and a crystal chandelier that looked as if it had come straight from the Paris Opera House in The Phantom of Opera , welcomed the excited guests of Mr. Sebastian Hawk.
“C’mon,” Amber persisted. “Let’s get inside so we can warm up.”
I could think of a dozen different meanings to the phrase warm-up.
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