Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Shit. He’s right. I’m making a failing attempt at convincing him I have no interest in his secret lifestyle. “Well then, don’t even think about anything else. I’m a good Catholic girl. I like to keep things old school. Ya know, traditional…” I stop talking because my tongue starts to malfunction. Two fingers thrust in and out of me. Shit, what was I saying?
“When I’m done with you, every part of you will belong to me.” Ahhh… I love when he adds finger number three. I’m so turned on, I’m almost embarrassed. “You will learn to love everything I do to you.” He pulls out, smearing my juices along my slit. They continue back further than normal, and I quickly squirm.”
He’s about to fill me once again, but this time, I stop him. “Damien, wait. We need to talk about something before we go any further. I need to know what we’re doing here. What about the contract?”
His hand halts at my entrance, and he sits up nervously. My stomach plummets. I feel like right now we’re in such a perfect place, but it’s nowhere near perfect with the contract hanging over us. God, please say something soon before I—
“I never planned on holding you to the contract.”
“But wait, you said—”
“I said a lot of things. Forced you to know who was in charge. I couldn’t allow you to think I was some weak schoolboy falling for the innocent little smart mouth girl.” He pauses for a few seconds. “I knew right away the contract meant nothing to me. Knew exactly when the thirty days was over. I kept quiet because I was afraid you’d walk away once it expired. I trapped you in this relationship, I didn’t know where you stood. I also couldn’t risk you leaving me just when I was starting to get a taste of something good.”
Okay, I did not expect this response. “I wouldn’t have left.”
“And I wouldn’t have let you. What we have, it’s not due to that contract. If I could take it back and start over with you, I would. But if that’s how I had to get you in my bed, then I wouldn’t have done anything differently.”
A sense of relief washes over me. Knowing everything we’ve experienced isn’t based on an arrangement fills me with such hope for our future. And the way he’s looking down at me reassures me we have just that.
“We good now, baby?” His soft smile sets off butterflies in my stomach.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
“Good. Now relax, pet. You’re in for a real treat…”
Twenty-four hours later…
“If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?” Damien asks, giving me the world’s most amazing massage. I’m lying on my stomach as he caresses my lower back with his hands, using his lips every so often on my skin as a special treat.
“I’d go to Rome. Be the basic tourist and tour the colosseum, Vatican, Piazza. Spend any time I could in Florence and Venice, which probably wouldn’t be much with my pocketbook, but then I’d disappear off the grid. Find a small town in the southern part of Rome and study art. Take as many photos as I can. Eat till I explode and have to come back home.”
“And what would you do if you didn’t have to return home? If you could stay as long as your heart desired?” he asks, kneading my butt cheeks.
“Ummm….” Did I mention we were naked and his hard-on is poking me in the butt? “I’m not sure…” God, he has magical hands. They lower just below my butt cheeks and I know I’m in trouble. “What’s with the inquiries? You going somewhere? Need travel advice?”
His hands dig into my thighs and massage deep into my muscles. It feels absolutely wonderful after the position he got me into last night. The body sure is flexible.
“No, but soon. The club will be sold, and I’ll be free.” I lift my head to catch his eyes, then attempt to flip over because this is big news, but he doesn’t allow it. “Not a chance. I’m not done with you.”
“So, the sale is really happening? You’re just going to walk away?”
“That’s what I wanted to tell you. Yes, I’m done. In two weeks, it’ll be out of my hands and I’ll be free to live my life the way I’ve always wanted. And it’s because of you.”
I now fight to turn around, needing to see him. “I looked at some numbers. I don’t even think they were accurate. Don’t make it because of me—ouch!”
He slaps my ass and maneuvers me back onto my stomach. “What have I told you about listening?” He caresses my stinging butt cheek.
“To listen? I don’t know, but for real…don’t do it on my—ouch! Dammit.”
Another smack, and this time, my legs open and he adjusts himself to where I want him to be. “It’s happening. You’ve given me the power I need to make decisions—moves I would have never made if I hadn’t met a beautiful, talented girl. I see myself in you—see what I could be with you next to me.”