Free Dalliance in Darkness ( Dalliance #1) by Kayla Kissler Page A

nervousness. “Slow down,” I said, hoping this was enough. “Please,” twisting knots formed in my stomach.
     
    He eased off the pedal, but did not look or acknowledge me in any other form.
     
    Feeling slightly safer, I let my fingers slip inside my pussy, the walls of my sex closing tightly around them.
     
    Biting down on my lower lip, I loved the way pressing down against my wet pussy felt, the thought of me being filled up inside was intoxicating. The way my body lit up with ecstasy as I worked my way closer and closer to the edge.
     
    The car continued down the long road; I could feel tightness in my throat and in my chest as I did my best to stifle my own pleasure yet the moans escaped me all the same. I wailed as I felt my pussy convulse around my fingers, cumming hard.
     
    Relief enveloped me as we slowly continued down to a sane speed.
     
    Danger Game
     
    The apartment didn’t look as impressive as you would think from the outside, for an important man in a private network of spies. Inside was a very modern and simplistic dark décor. Grey, cool flooring and muted walls with black leather couches and a sprawling glass coffee table. I found it passing strange the absence of a television considering even I had one.
     
    James moved over to the wine holder and grabbed a bottle along with two glasses – opening it up first – before walking over to me with a saunter to his step and a look in his eye. He was determined. A thrilling sense of unease crept through my body like a sickness.
     
    James placed the bottle on the coffee table and then the glasses. “Sit.”
     
    “I knew there was a wild side to you,” we hadn’t spoken since after the stunt that he had pulled.
     
    “You say that in confidence.” He poured us each a deep red glass.
     
    “Shouldn’t I?” I said.
     
    James finished the pour and sat the bottle down. He locked eyes with me and stepped closer. He grabbed me not entirely in the same way that Dean did – the way he touched me was so that his thumb pressed hard against the little pocket below my ear lobe.
     
    His tone was crystal clear. “Just because you don’t see a leash,” he moved his thumb along the lines of my jaw. “Doesn’t mean that it isn’t there.”   He hesitated for just a moment, the slightest trembling beneath the surface of his countenance. Softly, abruptly, his fingers let go and he joined me on the couch.
     
    We drank slowly as I cuddled up next to him. The wine was strong, full bodied and with each sip I could feel it taking me further and further away to a place I hadn’t been in some time. I wanted to unwind and to relax, to just let go. Changes seemed to be all that I wanted lately, and the comfort of a fine wine and a quiet serenity helped to fill the holes of my soul. Pangs of sorrow, that was what I felt. Because what had once been countable had since become immeasurable.
     
    He smelled wonderful, truly. Some sort of subtle and elusive musk that begged me to become a shade more curious, to lean in closer to his chest.
     
    I licked my lips quickly. “So,” I said. “Now that I’m here what’s it going to take to convince you to teach me.”
     
    “I’ll think about it,” he mused. “It’d take an awful lot of convincing me though,” he warned playfully, sipping from his glass.
     
    I carefully took a swig as well. “I see,” I looked away. “And what was that all about back there anyway speedfreak.”
     
    “I’m not like Dean,” he asserted. “Risks are my game as much as everything else.” I felt a shade more mental for coming here after he had done that, but if I had come this far already what was another red flag in a sea of them.
     
    “Whatever you say,” I declared before turning my head a bit to the left.
     
    James wrapped an arm around me and sipped from his glass. “Why do you want this so bad?” He placed down his glass of wine, drawing me closer to him. “Ya seem unusually determined.”
     
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