For His Pleasure: The Boxed Set, Books 1-6 (For His Pleasure, For His Taking, For His Keeping, For His Honor, For His Trust, For His Forever) by Kelly Favor Read Free Book Online Page B

could barely even process it.
    The man was dazed. His eyes were glazed and unfocused and he was trying to speak but it came out garbled. One of the hookers from down the block came running over, shouting something in Spanish.
    Red had already come back to Nicole’s side and guided her to the door beneath the awning. He unlocked the door and led her inside.
    The door clicked shut behind them and now they were in a dim, grim hallway. He continued to lead her, this time up one flight of stairs to a door marked 25. He unlocked it and escorted her inside.
    The apartment was surprisingly large and comfortable. Not nearly as ostentatious as his office, the living room was decorated with dark, modern furniture and modern art hung on the walls. Strangely, there was no television. The kitchen seemed bare and unused. There was a door that presumably led to the bedroom, but it was closed.
    Red glanced at her body appraisingly. “You dressed exactly as I asked,” he said.
    Nicole was still in shock from what she’d experienced outside. “I don’t appreciate being put in danger. Sir.”
    He nodded and walked to the kitchen. “Water? I’m afraid it’s all we have here.”
    “Fine, sir.”
    He smiled but she could see he was growing annoyed with her insolent attitude.
    Still, she was too upset and frightened to want to please him. She didn’t mind playing his twisted games, but not if she was going to be raped and murdered because of it.
    “Let’s relax for a moment,” he said, filling the glass and bringing it to her. His eyes met hers and she felt her willpower drain under his gaze.
    She was tremendously happy, wasn’t she? Despite the danger, she reminded herself that she’d wanted nothing but this moment—had been aching for it badly. Don’t spoil it now, she told herself.
    “I’m sorry for being upset, sir,” she said, after drinking some cold water.
    “Have a seat,” he told her, and she did. The dress was short and revealing of her creamy white thighs.
    Red took the view in as she crossed her legs, then he moved behind her as she sat on the couch. He reached down and began slowly massaging her tight shoulders. The feeling as he did so was like nothing she could recall. It was as if he was melting her, melting her with nothing but the subtlety of his touch.
    His hands knew her inside and out.
    “Oh…sir…that feels so amazing,” she whispered as his hands slid over her shoulders, slowly pulling the straps of her dress down so that he could access all of her bare skin. The slack created enough of a gap in the top of her dress that most of her breasts were now revealed as well.
    She could hear his breathing, deep and excited as he continued to work the muscles in her shoulders.
    Her slick mound was swollen, ready for his touch. The fabric of her dress was rubbing against her bare pussy, so close to the surface—all it would take was one quick tug and her dress could be hiked up to her hips.
    She could cum right now if she wanted to, but she didn’t want to seem so cheap and easy. Red wouldn’t respect her if she lost control with such little effort on his part.
    And so she ground her teeth together and kept herself from releasing the energy building in her lower anatomy.
    But she was so, so wet. Dripping wet.
    “Your skin is like alabaster,” he said. “I’ve never felt anything like it.” And then he stopped. His hands withdrew from her body, leaving her cold and lonely.
    “Thank you sir,” she whispered, desperately wanting to ask him for more.
    Could we go lay together in your bed—just for a little while?
    Nicole knew better than to ask.
    “Feeling better now?” he said, smiling at her, as if he knew the effect he’d had on her.
    “Yes, much better, sir.”
    “And the essay?” He held out his hand for it.
    “It’s not very good, sir.”
    He swatted her negative response away, irritated, and waited with his hand outstretched for her essay.
    Nervously she dug in her purse, finding the folded