Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Her dislike of him didn’t faze him. What did was that Jewell seemed to be only into The Last Riders, namely Reaper. Her feelings for Reaper weren’t going to deter him, nor would the intimate relationships she had with the other men.
Little by little, she will come around, he thought confidently. He had a skillset that The Last Riders wouldn’t be able to combat. From watching them, he had been able to recognize the true Doms among them. Two were married, and the other two must not have used their chance to make the beautiful woman their slave, or she would have asked their permission before volunteering. On the flip side of the coin, none of The Last Riders had put a stop to her doing it. If she were his, there would be no fucking way he would let another Dom play a scene with Jewell without him being present, regardless of whose life hung in the balance.
She was a rare jewel with different facets of dimensions, which would be overlooked by those unwilling to look underneath the surface.
Fortunately for him, The Last Riders hadn’t.
Experience had taught him what to watch out for, and she was a prize, if won, who would shower the holder with unexpected riches. While everything he did was based on the financial value, there was one area where he couldn’t be bought.
His body might be able to be purchased with cold, hard cash, but where his heart was concerned, it took passion. Every sensuous movement of her body showed that she had that in spades. The trick was to get that passion focused toward him, and not The Last Riders. He liked The Last Riders, but he wasn’t above playing dirty to get what he wanted, and he wanted Jewell. Luckily for him, he had no principles to hold him back. By hook or crook, Jewell was going to belong to him.
Chapter Thirteen
“Perfect. That’s exactly what I want.” Praising the position she had taken, Rory stared at the monitor analytically. “Whatever I do, keep that expression. If you need a break or feel like you can’t do it any longer, what’s your safe word?”
“Red.”
“What is your caution word?”
“Alaska.”
Rory admired her choice of word to described what left her cold.
“I can’t set a capacity limit until after Incog logs on. Once he does, I’ll wait until a few more enter then lock the others out.”
“Is that what you usually do?”
“No.”
“Then don’t today. Do what you have to do to get this fucker engaged and to keep him that way.”
The serious way she told him not to block anyone had Rory second-guessing himself. He had never gone on live before with an unknown sub who he hadn’t already worked with. Whether Jewell was okay with it or not couldn’t be an overriding factor. As a Dominant, it was his duty to make choices that wouldn’t lead to repercussions once the scene they were playing was over.
Refusing to argue with her, he gave Jewell a final once-over. “Flip your hands over,” he ordered, placing a finger over the key monitor.
Immediately, she flipped her palms over to show the backs of her hands.
“Okay. Here we go.”
He pressed the button on the keyboard, and seconds later, screen names began scrolling down the screen of those joining the live stream.
He started counting off a full minute before entering the frame himself to let those watching take in the full effect of Jewell’s beauty. Forty seconds ticked by before Rory saw Incog’s screenname.
Keeping to the allotted time, Rory moved to stand next to Jewell.
“I wanted to give a Christmas present to my loyal followers. She’s stunning, isn’t she?”
Reading the comments that popped onto the screen, Rory waited for the one he really wanted to see.
She’s hot as fuck.
Never had he wished to reach out and pluck the fucker through the screen and rip him into tiny pieces and then feed him to a duck.
Controlling his emotions, he used the leather crop he had picked up before joining Jewell to trace her jawline.
“Jewell wants to join the ranks of my favorite subs, who she has seen on my stream. Sadly, I have had to disillusion her. This beautiful Jewell refuses my commands. She wants a heavy-handed Master, which I cannot be. Which is the second purpose of this stream—to let someone watching make their case as to why she should consider you becoming her Master. Let me show you what you will be working with.”
Using the tip of his crop, Rory pointed at her hands. “Consistently, I have punished her for not having them in the correct position. She refuses to comply unless I go against the limits I hold myself to. Hence, the search has begun for the Master who can fulfill her needs. When the stream is over, Jewell will choose, and I will DM the person she is willing to meet.”