Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
She ran her hands slowly over his chest and up to broad shoulders. She could feel the edges of his leather vest, soft against her skin. The leather was buttery and likely worn.
His fingertips brushed over her, finding the line of her neck like he was exploring each curve and valley. “You don’t have an accent. I would expect Texas girls to have a twang.”
She chuckled, covering the shiver his touch was sending through her. “Not in the big cities. Dallas is very international. It’s full of people who came from other places, and it tends to affect our accents. I grew up surrounded by kids who were from Michigan and California and New York. It’s a big old melting pot.”
“I like that.” The words were said with a chuckle that seemed to caress her skin. “Is your hair up?”
“You can take it down if you like, Sir. It’s held up by a single pin.” She’d piled it on her head, pulling down some tendrils to frame her face before she’d understood no one was really looking at her tonight. Not until the after party.
Would she be able to tell who her Sir was? Would she look out over the crowded dungeon and know his broad shoulders and muscular chest? He had to be six two or three since she was forced to reach up to smooth her hands over his shoulders, loving the moment she passed the soft leather to find his skin.
She forced herself to breathe as he gently framed her face with his big hands and then brushed them up and over her hair until he found the antique hair pin that held her loose bun in place.
“Does this double as a weapon?”
She smiled as she explored the warm flesh of his neck. He was incredibly fit, but lean, too. His neck wasn’t massive like some steroided-out gym maniac. “No, Sir. It was a gift from my grandmother meant only to look pretty.”
“I have to ask given where we are. Some of the women are deadly.”
He wasn’t wrong about that. The Sanctum crowd had a whole lot of ex-military or former/current law enforcement. “I’m a ‘save lives’ kind of girl. No spy stuff for me. Well, except when it comes to gossip, and then I will spy like James Bond.”
He gently pulled the pin from her bun and it tumbled free, falling around her shoulders and down past her breasts. He sighed as he threaded his fingers through her hair, running them along her scalp and down until he brushed the tops of her breasts. “Gossip girl?”
That did sound kind of bad. She should explain. It was hard to find words when her nipples had tightened to almost the point of pain. Luckily, she liked erotic pain. A lot. “Only in a good way. I’ll be honest, one of the reasons I like Sanctum is the lack of nastiness. Since Queen Charlotte banished a bunch of subs for bad behavior, we don’t have a ton of mean girls. Well, we have Maia, but only when Big Tag needs her to manipulate the legal and political systems to do his will. That happens surprisingly more than you would think it does.”
“She’s the ADA?”
“She won the DA’s race a couple of months ago, so I expect she’ll be around a lot. She’s mean, but like to everyone, so it’s hard to take it personally.”
“She’s mean to you?” The question came out hard, and she was pretty sure if she could have seen his eyes, they would have narrowed.
She’d expected an alpha male. Sanctum was full of them, and the Doms liked to take care of subs. She couldn’t take that personally either. “Not really. She’s got a sharp tongue and she was born without a single fuck to give. I can handle myself. But like I was saying one of the reasons I love it here is the lack of nastiness, so when it comes to gossip, it’s usually stuff like friends doing silly things. Like Jesse Murdoch and Simon Weston having a secret bet on who can stay on the hamster wheel the longest.”
The hamster wheel was a giant…well, hamster wheel. It was in the largest of the dungeons in the club and for the most part was used to “punish” subs by making them light the sucker up. The faster the sub ran the more colors they lit up. If she was in any way interested in running, it would have been fun.
She was not.
“Who won?”
“We all did because they thought they could come in after hours and have their runoff in private, but my friend Vince overheard them in the locker room and we snuck back in. There’s apparently a trick to running on a circular track that neither one of them got. The good news was we had a laugh and I got to snap Jesse’s shoulder back into place.”