Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I don’t know what you heard, Daisy, but some men need a little roughness and excitement,” I began, but she whirled around.
“We’re not talking about this,” she said fiercely. “You wanted to know why I’m a virgin, and now you do, but that’s it. I told Ralph that you could have my virginity, but I’m not discussing the particulars of my childhood lullabies.”
There was that spark again. I didn’t particularly love it, but it had been a long time since a woman had surprised me.
“All right,” I said slowly. “We won’t discuss it. I realize that you’re afraid, and I’ll try to ease your fears, but a month isn’t a long time. We’ll start with the collar and a few commands and work ourselves up from there, and we’re going to work quickly, Daisy, so I suggest that you adjust.”
“Collar?” she gasped as her hands flew to her throat. “Why would I wear a collar?”
“It’s symbolic of our relationship.”
“You make all of your employees wear collars?” she asked innocently.
“Not that kind of relationship,” I said gently. “Our submissive/dominant relationship, darling. You’ll wear a collar because I’m your Master, and require it.”
“Oh.” That adorable blush returned. “Ralph didn’t tell me that part. He just said that I had to live with you for a month and maybe…um,” she licked her lips, “you know.”
Walking to my desk, I turned my back on her and opened the jewelry box. I’d had the collar special made for her, and I couldn’t wait to see it on her. It didn’t surprise me that Ralph had kept his mouth shut about what I wanted. He was a scheming weasel. “Don’t dance around it, Daisy. You can call it sex. You can call it fucking, but you’re not going to be able to avoid it.
“I don’t think that I can….”
Turning back to her, I smiled and kept the collar hidden from her. I was completely unfazed by her stammering. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you, Daisy. You’re going to like it.”
“I don’t think…”
Moving up behind her, I quickly slipped the narrow strip of diamonds around her throat and fastened them. It was a delicate choker, for a delicate woman, and modified for the things that I wanted. A small link in the middle for me to hook a leash to. A ring in the back for me to hook my finger through and pull.
“Don’t think,” I whispered in her ear. “Just feel. This month, when you’re with me, you don’t have to worry about anything. If you please me, I’m going to please you. I’m going to learn every inch of your body, learn what makes you moan and what makes you scream. You’re going to be begging for more, Daisy. Begging for me.”
“How do I please you?” she asked with a trembling voice.
“You’ll learn as we go along. I’ll be very specific about what I want. Blunt. This isn’t about emotion, Daisy. It’s just about pleasure.”
“And control. And power.” There was a trace of bitterness in her voice, but I ignored it. Putting my hand on her hips, I steered her to the mirror in the hall. She stared at my reflection, as my fingers traced over the collar. Unable to help myself, I let my hands dip a little too far south, and her breasts heaved where my hands rested on her chest.
“Do you like it?” I murmured low in her ear.
“It’s pretty,” she admitted. “Do I have to wear it all the time?”
“When you’re under this roof, yes. Even in the shower. When we go out, I may let you take it off. Do you have any other questions for me?”
“Will you hurt?”
Her eyes searched mine in the mirror, and I pressed a soft kiss to her neck. “You’ll experience some pain, Daisy, but only the good kind. I promise to take care of you, and I need you to trust me. That’s important.”
Slowly, she nodded.
“Good.” Putting a hand to the small of her back, I guided her up the stairs. “You’re welcome to keep the things you brought with you if they give you comfort, but you’re only to wear the wardrobe that I’ve bought for you. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll like them. You’ll have your own room, but you aren’t allowed approach my bedroom unless I command it.”
“Will you tonight?”
“It’s late, Daisy. You need your sleep. I’ll be up early for work. I’d like you to sleep in and regain your strength. There will be a list of instructions for you when you wake up.”
Relief flow through her body, loosening her stiff muscles, when she realized that she wouldn’t be spending the night with me. I would have been offended, but considering the fear on her face when she walked through the door, I knew the night had gone fairly well.