Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
He holds the door open and stands aside. “Welcome, kitten,” he says from behind his Minotaur mask.
As soon as my heels hit the soft carpet inside, I realize why it’s so quiet. Black, tufted upholstery covers all four walls, absorbing all sounds. I could scream my throat raw, and nobody would be able to hear me.
My chest throbs at the thought. My blood rushes. But this is not fear. I’m not shaking because I want to escape; I’m shaking because I can’t wait for Matt to start doing whatever he wants to do to me.
Standing in the middle of the room, I scan the furnishings. A king-sized bed with white satin sheets dominates the space. Leaning against the opposite wall, I notice a big mirror with a gilded frame reflects the impressive bed. A leather chair rests in a corner.
My cheeks sizzle when I glance up to find an even bigger mirror on the entire ceiling. Aside from this one detail, though, the room appears normal, although there’s a metal chest at the foot of the bed and a tall cabinet that could contain anything.
Much like Matt, this room gives off an aura of danger that I can’t shake off even though I can’t put a finger to the source.
“Take a seat, kitten” Matt commands, the door shutting behind him.
I step toward the chair, my mind spinning with possibilities. His new pet name for me makes me shiver. If any other man were to try calling me “kitten,” I’d probably laugh in his face. But somehow, Matt makes it sound sexy.
“Not there,” Matt says. He points at the wooden chest. “There.”
I follow his orders and find myself staring at my own reflection until Matt blocks my line of vision with his body. His hips is at my eye level.
Try as I might, I can’t stop my gaze from lingering on the massive bulge in his pants. How big is my Minotaur Man?
“I’m glad you’re taking an interest in what’s down there.” I don’t have to look up at him to know he’s smiling. I can hear the smugness in his masculine voice.
I tear my gaze off his pants. But before I can look away. Matt grips my chin and raises my head. I have to crane my neck to meet his gaze.
“I can’t wait to play with you, kitten,” he says. “But first, the rules.”
“Rules?” I ask.
Matt nods. “Like I said, you must tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any point and need me to stop.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, Sir,” he corrects me.
Goosebumps rise all over my skin. “Okay . . . Sir.”
“Good girl.”
It’s like there’s a direct line between his mouth and my body. Every little thing he says causes tingles between my legs.
Heat rises to my cheeks when I notice Matt staring at my thighs as I pull them together. He smirks. Damn it, he knows. My face burns even hotter.
“I won’t stop when you say ‘stop,’ though,” he says.
“Then what’s the point of me telling you?” I ask, wondering if I’ve made a mistake by coming in here after all. This is so far out of my comfort zone it’s not even funny.
“The point is, that’s one of the rules. ‘Stop’ is not the safe word,” he says, “I want you to say ‘red’ if you want me to stop everything,” he says. “‘Yellow’ if you want me to slow down. Understand?”
“Yes.” Guilt squeezes my chest as I realize I was assuming the worst of him even though he hasn’t given me any reason to.
“That’s the second time you forgot to address me properly, kitten,” he warns. In a voice laced with danger, he adds, “I’ll have to punish you for that.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say through trembling lips. More wetness leaks from between my legs.
How will Matt react when he finds out just how aroused I am? He hasn’t even touched me below the neck, and I’m practically sitting in a puddle of my own wetness.
“I’m glad to hear your apology, but I’ll still have to punish you.” He lets his hand fall away from my chin. “Now, take off that mask.”
I open my mouth to protest, but it feels dumb. I’m obviously about to get naked and have sex with this man. Do I really want to keep my mask on the whole time? It’s starting to get hot and uncomfortable anyway now that Matt has started a flame in my center.
Raising my hand to my face, I peel the mask off my skin, my veins pulsing rapidly. Will Matt like the way I look?
“You’re beautiful,” he says, staring at me with his hypnotic blues.
“Thank you.” I notice his eyes narrowing and add, “Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“Very good. You’re learning.”
I hesitate. “May I see your face too, Sir?”
Matt strokes my hair gently. “Yes. If you take off all your clothes for me.”