Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Why hadn’t I thought of that before I let things get this out of hand? Now it was too late and he was sending me away. When he kissed my hair at the backdoor of the car I bawled even harder.
“Please are you going to come and get me?” I couldn’t help it I grabbed onto him until he had to pry my hands off. Still he didn’t answer and I felt like the lowest form of life. What had I done?
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CALLAN
She’s gone. I sent her away for her own good. If I hadn’t I might’ve done something we’d both regret. A Dom must have great self- control; I kept reminding myself of that fact as I sat there with the glass of cognac in my hand.
How the fuck had the evening come to this? What the fuck had possessed her? Was it a test? Was she trying to see how far she could go?
I would never have expected that from her, shows how the fuck much I knew. The panties were bad enough, and though I would brook no disobedience, that offense in itself was not enough grounds for banishment. The rest of it though, showed very poor judgment on her part and that was a dangerous thing.
Instead of trying to make amends for a mistake on her part, she dug in and reacted badly to my displeasure. Was I at fault? Was this my doing? Maybe, we could both use some time apart apparently, to get back on track.
She knows that I won’t accept anything less than total submission, I’ve told her often enough, and she swore she understood and I saw for myself that she needed it, needed the stringent structure in her daily life.
A perfect match or so I thought, and what the fuck was she doing flirting with that boy? I couldn’t go break his face because he was really just a kid, but I think it was high time I had words with the little prick.
Not tonight though. I was too sick to my stomach to care about anything else right now. I’d failed somehow her failure was my own, her behavior a reflection of me.
She’d be almost home by now, no not home, home is with me. But she’d be almost to her parents place and I was almost tempted to call the pilot and tell him to bring her back.
I knew she must be hurting I’d seen the look of betrayal in her eyes, it had almost changed my mind but in the end this was for the best. It was best she knew now when our union was still relatively new that I had no tolerance whatsoever for disobedience.
It was as much about her safety as it was my need to be in control. Tonight I wanted to hurt her after the way she behaved. Not just a harsh spanking that would redden her ass and leave her bruised for a week.
I wanted to fuck her until she hurt while choking the fuck out of her. That was my fucking no fly zone. I could’ve kept her here I guess and waited until I calmed down to dole out her punishment, but her fuck up was no small thing.
Drinking without permission, flirting openly with other men and almost as bad, getting loud in fucking public. When my baby decided to fuck up she went all the way.
I returned to our home the next day after the worst night of my life since the night I’d got the news of gramps passing. I walked around trying to remember what the place had felt like before she’d come into it but I couldn’t. I stopped myself from calling to check up on her more than once.
When I’d called and spoken to her dad, I hadn’t told him anything more than that the first part of her job was finished and I thought it was a good idea that she came out to spend some time with them before heading off to Europe.
I have no idea what she planned to tell them once she was there that was totally up to her. I’m pretty sure they knew we were involved sexually, there had been times when they’d called early in the morning and I’d just rolled over and handed her the phone.
Then again, maybe that’s why they’d been calling my house phone at the ass crack of dawn to filch out our sleeping arrangements.
By day two, I was pissed as hell at her for making me send her away. I couldn’t concentrate on work, nothing held my interest for more than a couple seconds and I was short with everyone.
That night, I finally decided to go deal with one of my problems. Marion was going to take more work. But Josh yeah, it was more than past time that I dealt with him.