Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
That’s what it comes down to now.
What do I want next?
What do they want next?
I write their names on the blank sheet of paper. They’ve given me facets of myself I didn’t even know existed. So what’s next?
Do I go back to New York with everything I’ve learned and turn it into new experiences for my clients? Do I go back to my apartment by myself and masturbate to the memories I made on my whirlwind worldwide fuckfest?
Or…
Do I give myself to them?
After all this, I know they want me: their Angel, their Princess, their Gem, their Sweets. There’s more to this than just fucking.
I want more, too, but am I ready for what I think more with the four of them is?
Am I ready to submit?
The life I built myself from the ground up—how do I just let that go? Can I trust other people with it and fly into the sun on a lavish private jet and on the backs of others doing the day-to-day grunt work?
Can I allow myself to be told where to sit, when to eat, what to wear? Knowing that any infraction can and will be swiftly punished? Could I even go back to my old life with the knowledge that I like those punishments more than I would have admitted a week ago?
Can I wear the collar and still have my life?
Not as I know it, no. Giving in to them means giving up part of what I thought my life was. But what am I really giving up?
I would be giving up the control I’ve held so close to me for years. I’ve been strong and independent for a long time—and alone. I’ve pushed away anyone who tried to get close to me, both at work and in my personal life.
I needed to stand on my own, but now…I’m starting to forget why.
On the other hand…what do I have to gain?
There’s a gentle knock on my door that pulls me from my thoughts. One of the attendants pokes her head in the door to let me know that we’ll be landing soon. I nod and she steps in, quickly fastening my seatbelt for me, before disappearing out the door again.
I’m grateful for a few more minutes to think before I see all four of them together for the first time since this whole thing started. I lean back in my seat and sip the last of the champagne.
The only things on what was supposed to be my new bucket list are four names:
Spencer
Xane
Derek
Killian
Somehow, that feels right.
Chapter 28
Julia
I have never actually seen a mega-yacht up close. This thing is like a floating city, and it’s absolutely swarming with hot people. I know the guys only hire gorgeous people, but I think they save the best for their own pleasure island.
It’s like fashion week in New York—if all the models wore lingerie, swimsuits, and fetish gear.
Derek insisted on ferrying me over in his new speeder. It’s beautiful, and of course, it’s his signature English racing green.
We fly across the sparkling blue Mediterranean water. He pulls the lovely, little craft into his personal docking bay in the Quatre Profonds.
Tall, muscular men in white linen shorts tie up Derek’s speeder and meet us to help me out of the craft. I’ve been on sailboats in the New York harbor, so I brace myself, expecting to feel the roll of the boat as I step off. To my surprise, there’s no pitch or roll at all on the Quatre Profonds.
“Welcome to our little paradise, Princess,” Derek calls out, stepping regally onto the ship. “What did you think of my little Corolla Foramen?”
“She’s a thrill, Derek,” I say, smiling.
I give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Xane leads us to a rich elevator and up to the top deck.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. The Quatre Profonds is our haven. Everything you could ever desire can be found here,” Xane whispers to me while we walk down a wide, softly lit hall.
“Now, this isn’t a part of the tour of our properties; don’t think we’re bringing you here to sell time on it to your customers. This part of the trip is just for you, my Gem.”
At the end of the plush carpets, there are double doors carved with four crests.
I recognize Killian’s cuffs and whip. A shiver runs up my spine, and I touch my throat where the rose gold collar rested.
Opposite Killian’s crest is a Japanese dragon coiled like a rope, which must be Xane’s.
Below that is a Tiki-style wave crashing on an island curved like a woman’s profile. I chuckle to myself thinking about Spencer commissioning that.
The last is a very traditional coat of arms with skis forming the St. Andrews cross and a very thorny rose in the middle. I wouldn’t expect anything else from my Brit.