Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Spent, she collapses into a heap in front of me. I withdraw my cock, wanting her to rest. She’s done her job and then some. I undo the handcuffs, freeing her, her wrists falling to the side, limp. She struggles to move, groaning in the most delightful of ways.
“You did well. You can definitely take everything I can give, Clara.”
“I knew I could,” she says, her voice so hoarse from singing my praises.
I let her lie, knowing she needs her rest. But as I walk away, she pipes up again.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m taking a shower. Too early for me to pass out beside you just yet.”
She pushes herself up off the bed. Her legs are jelly but somehow she stands vertical. “Let me join you.”
I purr. “Still want more, huh?”
“You just came in my ass. I could use a shower too. If other things happen... well.. they happen.” She smiles.
I don’t tell her no, so she follows me. I get the water running nice and hot before climbing in, Clara right behind me. It’s a spacious shower so there’s plenty of room for both of us, even if we have to cope with only one shower head.
Our fierce fucking before lets me look at her now without an overwhelming need to fuck her. “So, you said you’re taking classes?”
“I’m enrolled in college right now, yes. On break between semesters. Guess I’m seeing how this job shakes out before choosing my schedule.”
“Education is important. What are you studying?”
She sighs as she steps in front of the hot water, letting it wash over her hair. “Business, I guess.”
“That’s what I studied too. I was the heir to a financial empire, so it made sense then.” I’m not doing much of anything right now. I don’t need to do anything, given the money I have, but you can only do nothing for so long. “Nothing about you tells me that you’re an aspiring businesswoman, Clara. You’d look good in a pantsuit, but you’d look good in anything, my lovely.”
“I don’t know why I chose it either. I guess I thought it seemed like the most lucrative option. If I can get the degree, I can get a good-paying job somewhere. Make a lot of money.”
“Do you think that will solve all of your problems?”
“Feels like it would. I’ve been poor my entire life, Sebastian. Do you know what it’s like to not know if you’re going to have somewhere to live in a week?”
I sigh, shaking my head. “No. I can’t say I’ve ever had that fear.”
“I’ve felt that so many times growing up. My father could never hold down a decent job, and my mother wasn’t much better. So I pushed myself to do well in school. Get that scholarship. And then I was going to have all the money I needed. Then I could figure out what to do next. Everything would be easy then.”
I take over the water. “I can’t pretend I have anywhere near the problems you’ve had, Clara. I’m a walking example of being born with a silver spoon in my mouth.”
“Who actually makes spoons out of silver anymore?”
“I actually have a few in my kitchen. They’re about a hundred years old. But that’s beside the point. I know I was born into wealth and privilege. But even with more money than I’d ever know what to do with, I still feel empty and discontent with my lot in life.”
“You have the options to make the choices that’ll make things better for yourself, though.”
“I do, yes. But I guess I lack the will. It’s so easy to wallow in my misery. To stay alone. I’m so... so unbelievably lonely, Clara.”
She takes a moment to gather her thoughts. “You don’t seem to have a lot of people in your life.”
“I lost my mother early in life. And I told you what happened to my father.”
“Two things we have in common that neither of us are happy about. Losing our mothers and our dads being miserable bastards.”
“Ever since my father passed, I’ve stayed in this mansion alone. I haven’t felt right going out in public. Not with the sins of my father hanging over me. My money is ill-gotten. I don’t feel like I belong with most people. I feel like some monster in human skin.”
“You’re not that, Sebastian,” she’s quick to say. “You’re no monster. You just have a past. And problems. Like we all do.”
I run my hand through her wet hair while taking a washcloth to her back.
“You can’t be as alone as you think you are. What about your cook, Irene? She seems to like you and care about you.”
I shake my head. “She’s an employee. She’s nice enough and I wish her well, but I can’t pretend we have anything more than a professional relationship.”