"Joanna Wylde - Dragon's Mistress" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

surveillance of this room. Ordering the food was the signal to restore the power, so they won't get
suspicious and realize I know about their bugs. We have about three minutes until the power disruption
ends," he added. "I'd like for them to think we've been doing things other than talking this entire time."

He gestured toward the bed, and she nodded, walking toward it quickly while shrugging out of her
gown. She jumped up the three steps surrounding the high, canopied platform seemingly without a
thought for her nudity, but Drake was struck silent by the sight of her. She was exquisite, perfect. Her
soft, round butt swayed as she walked away from him. Her long, blonde hair hung to her waist in perfect
ringlets. How did she do that, keep it so perfect even after all they'd done earlier?

"Drake, are you coming?" she asked, looking back to him with concern on her face. "We don't have
much time."
 He couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. The most beautiful woman he'd ever met was on his bed,
demanding that he join her, and there wasn't even a hint of sexuality in her movements. It was just too
funny.

She stared at him, confused. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "It's not important."

He walked slowly toward her. She had turned around on the bed, and he could just see her pink
nipples peeking out through the curtain of her hair. He could feel himself hardening as he moved closer,
his erect cock swaying and his balls tightening up in anticipation.

She was smiling now, leaning back on her elbows and her legs spread out wide before her. Her cunt
was open and waiting for him.

"Come here," she whispered. "You know, before I never even got the chance to touch you, Drake,
but if you're going to be taking me on as your mistress than I think you should probably get a taste of
what I bring to the table. I may be retired, but I was very good at my job."

He climbed up onto the bed, looming over her. She reached down with one hand and firmly
grabbed his erection, holding it just a little too tightly for comfort.

"I'm in this now," she whispered, her face all innocence. "But don't forget that you're in it with me.
Screw me or my Guild over and I'll take you with me." She twisted him ever so lightly, for emphasis.

He froze, startled.

"I won't," he whispered, his mouth coming down over hers in a gentle kiss. She kept her hold on
him, but loosened her fingers, sliding them up and down his hard length. He shuddered, sensation running
from his center up his spine. She pulled her mouth away from his, and looked up at him.

"We're out of time," he said. "We've got to make this look good."

"That won't be a hardship," she replied softly. "Now, get on your back. I plan to charge you a great
deal of money to be your mistress. I'd better start earning it."

He rolled onto his back, watching her as she moved to straddle him. She slowly lowered herself until
he could feel her hot, moist cunt brush against him. His hips pushed up against her, trying to get in, but