Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
He reached for her wrist, dragging her close again. “You are not a maid. I’ll handle it. And that was questioning me when I’d given you a clear order. It’s not going to go well for you.”
He leaned in and brushed his hand over hers, sending a jolt of electricity through his system.
Fuck, she played hell with his discipline. It was because it had been a long time. Yes, it was because she was gorgeous and new and submissive. She flipped his switch in all the right ways, but it would go away eventually.
“Go.”
She turned and walked back into the house, not bothering to smooth her skirt back down or to rearrange her shirt so her breast wasn’t exposed.
He hadn’t told her to therefore she hadn’t done it.
His cock practically wept.
Josh took a long breath and stood, looking out over the water. Control. He had to find it before he could touch her again.
The waves pounded in and he took another breath.
Control. He could never lose it again.
Chapter Four
Kayla’s hands were shaking as she pulled the last two buttons of her blouse free. Not that she wasn’t already hanging out there for all to see, but Joshua wanted her naked and she didn’t intend to piss him off further.
It was her job to please the Master. Please the Master. Make the Master value her, crave her. Convince the Master to do her will.
Yeah, she hadn’t been thinking about her will when she’d sat in his lap and spread her legs wide. Not thinking about the operation when his fingers had strummed her body like a master guitarist.
What the hell had just happened?
She needed to find some control. The dungeon was nothing more than a second master bedroom that had been redone into a fancy playroom. It was the only room in the house that wasn’t white. It was done in shades of scarlet and black. A bit reminiscent of The Reef. He’d briefly shown her the room as they’d walked through the house before dinner. There was a St. Andrew’s Cross on the wall, a lushly done spanking bench, a massage table that would likely second as a bed. The ceiling had hard points for suspension play. There was a closet full of toys with all manner of ways to torture a poor sub.
She closed the door and shoved out of her skirt, hanging up her clothes on the hook he’d indicated belonged to her now.
I’m going to enjoy showing you off, letting everyone see how lovely my submissive is, but I won’t share you.
His whispered words rang through her head. That whiskey-deep voice of his had been every bit as seductive as his big hands on her body. Every word that came from his throat had rumbled along her skin and shown her that no matter how long she’d spent playing at The Garden, it was utterly and completely different when the Master playing with her belonged to her.
As she sank down to the floor, the chill of the hardwoods beneath her knees was a welcome distraction to the heat still racing through her.
Maybe she didn’t have enough experience to handle him since one little orgasm in and she was ready to do anything he wished.
Perhaps because he’d said the one thing guaranteed to make her spine melt.
I don’t like. I won’t like, so if that’s a sweet kink of yours, the dry spell is going to continue.
He wouldn’t share her. He wanted her all for himself. It would be stupid to see those words as some sort of declaration of commitment since they’d met earlier today. She’d only signed a contract a few minutes before. Those words only meant what he’d said to her when he’d caught her with Declan. Joshua Hunt was a boy who didn’t like sharing his toys.
She would be wise to remember that. She was a toy to him, and one that came with a high price tag, nothing more.
And she was a tool for the Agency. A well-trained, well-paid tool.
Kayla took a deep breath in, settling into the familiar position. There was something meditative about finding the perfect submissive pose. Shoulders straight and proud, spine centered. Hips back and knees splayed wide, allowing cool air to caress her. Palms up in offering. Her body was his for the duration of the session.
Finally, she lowered her head, letting her neck relax even as the rest of her body remained in position, almost a symbol that it was time for the body to rule and the brain to rest.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Kay let her body’s rhythms take over so time seemed to flow differently and space became a softer place. Her mind wandered, breathing and heart rate slowing, giving over to the meditative state.
She had no idea how long he left her there, but it was certainly more than a few moments. When she heard the door open, she felt calm and centered again. This was a job. She could do her job. She was good at her job.