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)
Every once in a while Gabriella would glance over at me to make sure I was still there, and each time I would give her a reassuring smile.
I took every opportunity between sessions to bend down to her ear to whisper questions as to her comfort and if there was anything she needed.
The salon of course offered refreshments and such, but for now, every morsel must come from my hand.
I made sure my lips touched her ear each time, or my hand rubbed her shoulder. She responded perfectly to my nearness each and every time.
It was a long tiring day, the hair styling and body waxing and all that was a complete makeover. At the end of it she was elated but tired and after forcing her to have a light dinner I took her home.
She was almost asleep on my chest in the car as I held her close, my nose stuck in her hair. I’d chosen the scent of shampoo that was to be used as well as the body creams that she was now the proud owner of. It was the scent I associated with her, honeysuckle.
“Tired?” I murmured the inane question when she stretched and lifted from my chest as we drew up to the curb.
I got a soft nod and a sleepy smile. My poor baby was tuckered out. I should probably let her sleep, but I’d been waiting all day to get her home alone.
Watching her body being buffed and shined, (and yes, I stayed close by when even the most intimate parts of her pampering were being carried out) I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
I’d been nursing a semi hard on off and on all day; not least of all because I knew she was mine now. I’d set the groundwork; all that was needed was the follow through.
We sat in the study, my favorite room in the house because of its masculine décor. I held her on my lap, and not going too far out of her comfort zone for now, played with her.
Nothing under her clothes of course, just light touches on her tummy that made her tremble, or nibbles to the corners of her mouth without kissing her.
I had to stop myself from marking her more than once and when my cock had had as much as he could stand without fucking, I took her to her bed and tucked her in.
The way she looked up at me so trusting as I kissed her brow more than made up for the cold shower I was going to have to take. “Goodnight baby, sleep well.” With one last brush of my fingers through her hair I turned and left.
Chapter 11
The next day I had to go to the office while she went off for yet more consultations. I’d spent the morning keeping her primed, little touches as we passed each other. My hand smoothing down her hair. I also kept calling her Kitten at every opportunity, getting her use to her new name.
“I’ve picked out your clothing for the day, they’re on your bed.” I imparted that news as we sat down to breakfast after our morning workout and baths.
I watched to see if there would be any objections forthcoming, but she just nodded her head and dug into her oatmeal.
It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, walking her down to the car, sending her off on her own. I didn’t repeat the kiss of the morning before, but I did rub my finger under her chin after seating her in the back of the car. “Call me at exactly twelve thirty Kitten so I know that you’re doing okay.” That was her introduction to what would soon become part of her daily life.
She didn’t look too sure of herself and I whispered reassurance in her ear. “You’ll be fine pet, I’m just a phone call away if you need me.” I couldn’t quite resist the kiss to her forehead before I closed the door. I could feel her watching me as I walked away and it took everything in me not to turn back and go to her.
She called me at exactly twelve thirty, which pleased me immensely, though I didn’t like the out of breath way she spoke. “Why were you running Kitten?”
“Josh was teasing, I was trying to escape so he won’t pull my hair again.”
What the fuck? “Josh?” You can imagine what went through me at that moment as I sat there in my office, my mind full of nothing but her. Though I kept my tone level and disinterested.
“Yes, he’s one of the other models; he’s a bit of a rascal I think…” She squealed and reprimanded someone in the background for pulling her hair.
“I see, well; how has your day been aside from sporting around with Josh?” There was nothing in my voice to alert her to my displeasure or growing anger.