The Drazen World: The Lesson (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Jonathan from here on out, pet. I'm in charge, and there will be ground rules. And no 'fucking' unless and until I say so. Do you understand what that means?"
     
    "Completely, Jonathan." She bowed her head slightly.
     
    I kissed her hair like a love-sick teenager, thankful that she understood the unspoken darkness between us. "I need to know your limits."
     
    "No blood. No anal. No humiliation. No gags. And no locker room talk about it—ever. This night stays between us. My safe word is Cicero."
     
    She was quick to answer. She has experience in the lifestyle. "Thank you, pet. You can tell me whether it's the philosopher or the thoroughfare later. Now get that sweet ass into the truck so we can get on with the evening's activities." I smacked her ass hard and urged her into the truck. Now for the tricky part. "Beau, are you on board? Can you honor the lady's limits, trust me to know what she needs, and follow my lead? Otherwise, this isn't happening. She’s my responsibility, and her scene will not turn into a half-assed, frat gang bang."
     
    Beau's crush was written all over his face. "I’ll follow your lead. Anything for Missy. You understand her. I want to."
     
    God. He's every bit the nineteen-year-old I never had the chance to be. Was there ever a time I wasn't jaded? He'd better get jaded quick, or he's going to get eaten alive.
     
    ***
     
    We pulled into my building's parking structure after the longest ten minutes of my life. There wasn't a lot of conversation on the drive back. Missy had trembled as she leaned against me. Whether it was fear or anticipation, I couldn't be sure. I wanted to ask her, "Why two guys?" but couldn't come up with a way to do it without sounding like an insecure douche, so I just kept my mouth shut.
     
    We piled out of the G-Wagon and onto the penthouse elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I pinned her against the wall, hands in her hair, kissing her like a starving man. I was plundering her mouth with my tongue and lips, and she was answering in kind. She wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed. She was already looking for relief. The trembling was gone. Definitely anticipation. I came up for air as the doors opened into my condo.
     
    I walked her into the middle of the room, set her down in front of the Barcelona lounge, and gave her my best "Dom" look.
     
    "How do you wish me, Jonathan?"
     
    "You need to get out of those clothes. Slowly. They'll only be in the way."
     
    She sank gracefully onto the leather bench behind her and unlaced her Docs. Those fucking boots. She toed them off with a surprisingly sexy wiggle and moved on to her jeans. She managed to get the fly unzipped before impatience got the best of me and Beau and I moved in to take over, one on either side, lifting her to her feet. She was our gift, and we were going to enjoy every bit of it.
     
    With her jeans undone and barely staying on her round hips, I literally unwrapped her black ballerina sweater which, with her lush breasts, looked nothing like the staple of my sisters' childhood dance class wardrobes, and revealed a delicious retro black lace bullet bra. I ran my finger along the edge of the lace and up under the strap, which I snapped against her skin. No real pain, but I got her attention. She shivered slightly but kept still.
     
    Beau was rubbing the back of his hand against her breast with a soft, insistent pressure. I mimicked his action, and slowly we slipped our hands under the cups and freed her breasts from their lacy black prison. God, there's nothing sexier than a woman trussed up in her lingerie with her breasts hanging free. She looked sumptuous, all disheveled and undone, a wisp of black lace barely hiding her pussy. Now to make her feel as undone as she looked.
     
    Missy's breasts were a perfect natural D-cup, lush and soft. Watching them sway was hypnotic. Her nipples were like pink gumdrops, waiting for the perfect set of clamps. I pinched her nipple hard, giving it a twist