Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Where’s Brandon?” I ask as we help Cyn into the back, and she lets out a sob.
“They kept him, baby. I thought they might.”
“What are they going to… Will they kill him?”
He shakes his head. “No. I made Steve promise. They won’t kill him and they won’t seriously injure him either. They just want to find out where he hid the drugs.”
“But…you know where he hid them… Couldn’t you just tell them?” I climb into the car and strap myself in as he gets behind the wheel and starts it up.
“He’ll crumble fast, believe me. Brandon will tell them where to find the cocaine, but not before I’ve told the cops what to expect.” He pulls out his phone and starts dialing. “They’ll offer Brandon a deal, he’ll turn state’s evidence, it’ll all work out.”
“He deserves it,” Cyn mutters, and I can’t say I disagree.
“Wait,” I tell Max before he can finish dialing. I hold the phone and try to pull it away from him, then frown when he won’t let me. “What about…you know. Us. Do you really want to bring any of this to the attention of the police?”
“Keryn, I told you, we’re doing nothing wrong.”
“But—”
“But nothing. This is what I was trying to tell you before. I’m not your teacher. All I was doing at the college was stepping in for a friend. Technically I’m just an outside consultant. And besides any of that, I already told them I quit. As soon as I knew what was happening between the two of us, I handed in my notice. And, well…” He sighs, and I just sit here, reeling from the information he just gave me, as he pulls the car over to the side of the road.
“You…you didn’t have to do any of that. Not for me. This is your career and—”
“Keryn. Princess.” He grins as he turns my way, and I glance back at Cyn, who’s finally starting to smile herself. “This isn’t my career. Nothing is as important to me as you are. That’s why I’ve had this since the day I met you.”
He reaches across, and I think for a second he’s going to pull me onto his lap, right here with Cyn watching. But instead he flips open the glovebox and pulls out a little white box.
“Keryn, I knew from the moment I saw you what I wanted. And hopefully you’re sure about me too.”
I laugh as he puts the box into my hand. Is this really what I think it is?
“Open it, baby.”
With a spluttered laugh, I pull open the box, and there nestled on a cushion is a ring with a diamond that must have cost as much as a house. My hand goes to my mouth on a gasp. I can’t believe what’s happening.
“Marry me, Keryn. Make this all official. I want you, you want me. Say yes.”
I nod, tears rolling down my cheeks, and say the only word I know right now. “Yes.”
Epilogue
Keryn
Five months later
The anticipation is killing me.
I can’t see a thing through the silk blindfold. I can’t speak because of the ball gag. I’ve been tied up for what feels like an hour, and occasionally Max says something to me. Telling me I’m being very good. Telling me my pussy looks so pretty spread wide like this with my limbs tied to the four corners of the bed. Telling me I’m going to get a prize.
But then at other times he’s completely silent and I listen intently, wondering if he’s left me here on my own.
He hasn’t told me what the prize will be. There’s never been a prize for this before, but I’ve never been tied up this long before either.
“Please…” I mumble around the ball gag, saliva filling my mouth, making the word come out as nothing but a mumble.
I flinch at the feel of his hand on my belly, tracing the way it’s swollen with our child. “So beautiful,” he whispers. “So perfect.”
His hand slides down, stroking along my mound and trailing through my damp slit, and I shiver. Is this my prize? Is he finally going to finger me to completion? Or use his oh-so-talented mouth?
These last few months have been a roller coaster. Cyn heard from Brandon, begging her to bail him out, and in the end she relented and got a bail bond. Apparently, he was a bit shaken, a few bruises, but mostly unharmed. The last she heard he was going to take a plea deal, but she’s left all of that in the hands of the bail bondsman. When she said she wanted nothing more to do with Brandon, she meant it, and I can’t blame her. All I know is, those scumbags that took Cyn are going away for a long time.
As for our exams, we both passed. Cyn finally stopped relying on her looks and started using her brain, and of course it paid off. She’s super smart. And my newly-found discipline meant I was able to study without distractions, and between us we pulled off a bit of a miracle. First class honors for us both. And as for Aunt Lydia? She couldn’t argue with the facts, because I landed an internship at a top flight software company the week after my exams. It’s not where I see myself long term. Max and I have plans to do something together, a company of our own, but for now it’s getting me experience and industry contacts, and that’s something money can’t buy.