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)
“I’m perfectly green, Sir. I’m going to admit to you that I’m a little bit of a pain slut. This isn’t really punishment for me, but I’m also not such a brat that I would have misbehaved just to get this out of you.” She should qualify that. “Not yet, at least.”
He caressed her backside, his hand moving from bare flesh to snap at her thong. “I think we’re going to get along perfectly well, Princess. Now for the rest.”
Her whole body lit up with the pain he gave her—always controlled. Her words seemed to have slightly let him off his leash and she gritted her teeth against the hard smacks he delivered. She wasn’t sure why this did it for her. She joked about daddy issues, but she didn’t really have them. She was born kinky and she was okay with that. The pain sensitized her, awakened her senses the way gentle caresses might for another woman. There was nothing wrong with either. Sex, like love, had many, many forms. She’d been lucky enough to have found partners who’d never given her a sense of shame.
By the time he delivered the final smack, she could feel her whole body go soft and warm and languid. Her ass was sore but it wouldn’t last more than an hour or so. That was disappointing, but she had the weekend to play with him. He was her personal Dom for the weekend, and she was already planning her wardrobe for tomorrow night’s party.
There was no way she wasn’t dancing for this guy.
“I think you should apologize to our helper.” The words weren’t cold. They were a warm reminder that the ritual wasn’t complete.
“I’m sorry for calling you a pervy perv, Master Jesse.”
In the background someone groaned. “I should have known it would be her.”
Kori. Yep, her pervy perv bestie knew her voice well.
Jesse chuckled. “Not a problem. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
She gasped as Sir somehow managed to pick her up and flip her over. Oh, this man was full of muscley goodness. He’d made her feel like she didn’t weigh a thing. She was settled back in his lap in a few seemingly easy moves. Her heart rate ticked up again.
“All right, Brat Princess. Let’s see if we can get through the rest of the evening without more punishment,” he whispered against her ear. “The next time I spank your ass, I want to see it. I think it’s very likely a spectacularly glorious ass.”
She wanted to see him, too, but she’d decided to embrace the whole exercise. “I look forward to it, Sir.”
“Tell me how you got into the lifestyle. Here, I think this one is yours,” he offered and what was probably a straw hit her nose.
She reached up and brought the straw to her lips. Pineappley perfection coated her tongue. “Yum, piña colada.”
“I’m glad I got that right. Luckily your drink is cold and mine is room temperature, as a good bourbon should be.” His hand caressed her leg as she took control of the drink. “Now tell me how you got into the lifestyle.”
It was the question that started many a conversation between Dom and sub. “I was nineteen and I got invited to a play party by this guy on campus and I went.”
He was quiet for a moment. “A boyfriend?”
“Nah, a guy in my chemistry class. I kind of knew him. He turned out to be a super jerk, but I met a whole bunch of people.”
“You know that was dangerous, right?”
Thank god it was dark and he couldn’t see how fast she rolled her eyes. “Yes. I know this now. At the time it felt like an adventure. Kind of like this. Luckily I haven’t been murdered yet, and if you knew my history you would think that’s a miracle.”
He stiffened and for a moment, she worried she’d said something wrong. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. There are dangerous people out there. A sub has to be careful. A Dom has to be careful. I’m hoping you don’t go to random play parties anymore.”
“Big Tag would kick my ass,” she admitted. “I don’t need to explore that way anymore. Sanctum is safe, but I know all the Doms. I haven’t made a strong connection beyond friendship with any of them. The last time I had a regular Dom was years and years ago. Now I just play but it almost never gets serious.” Meaning sexual. God, it had been forever since she’d had sex. “There was a guy a while back who I thought might be interested, but it didn’t work out.”
“Really? Why didn’t it work out?”
Because Jared Johns had been a douchebag idiot who hadn’t stuck around to fight it out with her and then when she thought they might get it all together…well, she couldn’t blame him for that. “Our timing was always bad. When I wanted something serious, he wasn’t ready. When he did, I wasn’t.”