Free Kinky Bet by Maggie Nash Page B

subs before. It was more the spirit from inside her that had him wanting more, because he knew it’d take some time peeling off all the layers to find the real fire girl underneath, and that’s who he wanted to meet.
    Jeezus. He hadn’t even fucked her yet, but he had a few more plans for her before the culmination of her weekend this evening. He couldn’t wait.
     
    Oh. My. God.
    Erica stretched out on her bed, too exhausted to draw the covers over herself. The last thing she remembered was lying on a table and having the longest orgasm of her life. Now, while she struggled to wake up, the memories of her amazing day came back.
    Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she was capable of such wild orgasms like she’d had today. Just thinking about how hard she’d come after Conal had slapped her pussy sent her legs together trying to rub against her sensitised clit, but she resisted going any further than that. Conal had given her strict instructions not to touch herself or he would know, and she wouldn’t put it past him to have cameras trained on her right now. At that thought she wearily leant forward and pulled the blanket over herself before sinking back into the soft mattress.
    What the heck did he have planned for tonight? There had to be fucking involved. She’d signed in her contract that she agreed to all forms of sexual penetration, and thus far—even though she’d been touched in practically every inch of her body, she still had yet to be fucked. She wanted Conal to fuck her. Her body burned and tingled in places she didn’t even know could tingle, and yet she technically hadn’t had sex yet. This had better be part of the plan, because unless she was getting some soon, she was going to burst.
    She looked around the room and noticed a large gift box on the table across the room. She could never resist a present, so she threw back the blanket and scrambled out of bed, making a bee line for the box. On the top was a plain white envelope with her name on it. Her new name, that is. She liked being known as Enya, or fire girl, as Conal called her. It could be his accent, but every time he said her name she melted just a little bit. Deep, sexy voices like his should be illegal.
    She removed a single sheet of paper from inside the envelope and started reading.
     
    ‘Dear Enya,
    You have almost reached the end of your weekend here at Dangerous Liaisons. You have passed many of the tasks asked of you, but before you finish there is one final scene.
    Inside the box you will find your attire for this evening, plus instructions for you to prepare.
    You must follow every instruction to the letter and be ready for your escort to collect you at precisely eight p.m. tonight.
    Do not deviate from your instructions and do not be late — or there will be consequences.
    As with all events here at Dangerous Liaisons, participation is voluntary. However, once you agree, you must comply with all that is asked of you.
    I look forward to an interesting evening.
    Conal’
     
    Erica turned her head, scanning the room to find a clock. She had no idea of the time, since her watch and phone had been locked away. She let out a breath in relief when she found the small clock on the bedside table. It was seven p.m. already so that gave her an hour. That shouldn’t be a problem since she was used to throwing her clothes and makeup on in a hurry. Being a shift worker for most of her adult life, she loved her sleep-ins, so getting up at the last minute meant working quickly to get ready.
    She opened the box only to find a smaller box sitting on top of some tissue paper. Opening it she found another note.
     
    ‘In the bathroom you will find equipment to remove any new growth since Friday. Use the hand mirror to ensure you miss nothing. Once you are done, rub this lotion over your pussy and clit, and then move on to the next step’.
     
    She smoothed her fingers over her pussy but couldn’t feel any stubble. However, Conal