Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I left the building and got into my Mercedes. I was almost home before I thought about the fact that it was dinner time and I should eat.
You need to take care of yourself, rumbled through my brain but I did my best to shove those thoughts away. They had nothing to do with the fact that I was pulling into the sushi place to grab dinner. It was late and I was hungry. Of course I would feed myself.
I grabbed my food to go, before I drove back to my condo. As I rode the elevator to my floor, my hand tightened on the bag of food.
I thought about Kieran and the strangeness of the whole situation with him earlier. I didn’t know much about him. He wasn’t married, or if he was, he was separated because he lived alone. Not many people came and went from his condo, but then, it wasn’t as though a lot of people came and went from my condo either.
The elevator bell dinged, and the doors slid open. I walked to my door and fumbled my keys again the way I did this morning as my eyes were drawn to Kieran’s door. Was he home? Did he know I had just gotten here? Why the hell did it matter?
Bending, I picked up my keys and then unlocked the door. I closed it a little too loudly behind myself before I went straight for the kitchen, and plated my food. I hated eating off the Styrofoam.
The table only needed to be set for one, of course. After I poured myself a glass of wine, I sat down to have a nice meal.
As I chewed my first bite, all I could focus on was the fact that my breathing and chewing were the only sound in my condo. I grew restless, fidgeted around in my seat, then stood and crossed the quiet apartment. I flicked on the sound system and the soothing beats of classical music filled the quiet space. See? This was nice…relaxing. It was a much better night than I’d had last night. The food was good, the condo wasn’t too quiet and I’d killed it in the courtroom today. My name was getting thrown around for partner. Why had I felt so lost last night? Why had I been so out of sorts?
I would finish eating, wash the dishes, grab a shower before getting on my laptop to take care of a few things.
My laptop immediately made thoughts from last night play on a slideshow through my head—the porn, my orgasm…the freedom I’d felt in that moment. I chewed faster and downed my wine quickly, before I decided I could wash the dishes tomorrow.
My shower was quick, because I wanted to relax in bed, of course. The faster I got some work done, the faster I could relax. Before heading to my desk, I opened the sliding glass door for air again, to be lulled by the sounds of the city.
I wore underwear and nothing else. I glanced at my desk, thinking of all the things I should do, but, instead of sitting at it, I picked up my laptop and brought it to bed.
It would be much more comfortable to work from there. I’d been in court today and deserved to relax in bed rather than sit at a desk.
But I didn’t log in to my email. I didn’t pay bills, review case files, or do any of the things I’d told myself I was going to do.
Instead, I logged on to the same site as last night. My hands trembled as I did, my brain telling me to log off because I didn’t want this. Still, I moved my finger along the touchpad to click on the video titled, “Bad, Bad, Boy.”
Blood rushed to my cock and it started to plump. My pulse sped up. My body felt too hot.
It was just porn. Who gave a shit what kind of porn I got off to? After the day I’d had, I deserved an orgasm…I thought. Did I? Yes, yes, I did, but did I really?
Why did everything have to be such an internal debate? I was a grown-ass man. I could have an orgasm any time I wanted to.
I hit play.
“What’s this mess? Did you come without permission?” A younger man stood beside a bed. There was another man on the mattress, he looked older than the first, which threw me for a moment.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to. It was a dream. I was sleeping and when I woke up, I realized I’d come,” he answered.
“That’s no excuse. I see I’m going to have to lock your little cock up since you can’t control yourself. But before that, you need to get your punishment. Bad boys don’t learn if they don’t get punished.”