Chastity Belt by Shoshanna Evers Read Free Book Online

dress shirt. “I don’t want just any girl. I want you, however that may be. So yes, if I have to take you against your will, with your pussy and ass locked away from anyone except me, then that’s how it will be.”
    “But you’ll unlock me tonight?”
    “If you’re good.”
    “What if I’m bad?”
    Jonathan laughed. “Even better,” he said as he walked off the stage.
    * * * * *
     
    Jonathan sat in his black BMW and ran the heat for a few minutes. It wasn’t quite cold out yet but the night air definitely had a bit of a chill to it. Georgia finally had finished collecting her cash and was walking down the sidewalk toward his car. He still couldn’t believe he’d found a woman who was as turned-on by wearing a chastity belt as he was by locking her into one. He didn’t know what had come over him to make him ask her how she felt about chastity belts. There was something about her, he could tell when he first saw her.
    But her response had excited him more than anything else she could possibly have said. Since their fantasies meshed, she was definitely worth getting to know a bit better. If she’d let him.
    “Nice car,” she said, sliding into the passenger seat.
    “Thanks.” He put the car in gear. “Are you hungry?”
    Georgia shook her head. “Not really.” She shifted in her seat as if she were uncomfortable.
    “How’s that pussy of yours?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road and the dozens of New Yorkers dodging in and out of traffic.
    “Sore, thanks, asshole,” she replied lightly.
    “Asshole, huh?” He laughed. “You don’t know the first thing about sore assholes.”
    “And I’m pretty sure I never will, thanks.”
    Huh. Jonathan risked taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at the beautiful young woman sitting beside him. She was challenging him, but was she doing it on purpose or without even realizing it? Either way, he couldn’t let it continue uncontested. “Actually, I am pretty sure you will know quite a bit about sore assholes sooner than you think.”
    Georgia gasped and laughed. “No I will not!”
    “If you want that chastity belt to come off, then yes, you will.”
    She giggled and Jonathan knew without even looking that she was blushing. Good.
    He pulled up in front of his building and handed the keys to the valet. “Let’s go.” He took her arm. “So, where do you want to go to dinner?”
    She looked up at him with wide blue eyes. Damn, she was lovely. Lovely, sweet Georgia.
    “It’s not dinner I’m hungry for,” she said coyly.
    “You,” he said, leaning down to kiss her glossy red lips, “are gorgeous. Let’s go upstairs and get that belt off you.”

Chapter Four
     
    Georgia stood in the middle of Jonathan’s large kitchen, leaning against the granite countertop. She slipped her heels off and pointed her toes, stretching her calves.
    Jonathan stood in front of her and loosened his tie before slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. She could feel herself getting wet as she watched him strip down to his bare chest. “Take your clothes off,” he said softly as he unbuckled his belt.
    She could hear the material in her spandex top stretch—she must have torn a seam in her effort to remove her blouse so quickly. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop around her ankles, kicking it across the cherrywood floor. Why did watching him take off his belt get her so hot? She waited until he was naked before stepping up to him, letting the small lock at the front of the chastity belt scrape against his thigh as her breasts pressed against his rock-hard abs. He was so tall that his navel wasn’t too far below her nipples as she formed her body against his.
    She swayed her hips, letting the chastity belt chafe his legs until he groaned and reached down into the pocket of the pants that now lay in a pile on the floor and pulled out the key.
    “I’m going to unlock you,” he said as he slid the key into the lock and twisted. He grabbed the metal with