Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I walk over and say carefully, “Hi there, I’m Saskia. Mason’s maid.”
The girl squirms.
I reach over, trying not to look at her ridiculously perfect body, and pull the mask off her eyes. She stares up at me, wide eyes, mouth still filled with that weird looking ball.
“I’m going to take this gag off. I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, believe me, I feel you, it’s not every day you find a woman tied to a bed in a house you’re cleaning.”
She starts shaking her head as I reach over and unbuckle the ball gag. The moment it leaves her lips, she growls, “Put it back in! Immediately!”
I blink. “Pardon me?”
“Hurry up. If he knows I took it off, I’ll be punished.”
I snort. “Punished ... for what? Talking? You’re kidding, right?”
“Listen here, little girl,” she snaps. “Just because you don’t understand it doesn’t mean it is wrong. This is our thing. Mine and Mason’s. Now, put the gag back on and get the hell out.”
I cross my arms and stare down at her. “You listen here, lady. I don’t take kindly to orders, especially not from women who are tied to a damned bed. You do know I have the higher power here?”
She scowls at me. “Who the hell are you anyway?”
“I said, I’m his maid.”
“You look like a teenager. Go back and play with your friends and put that back in my mouth.”
I cock a hip and raise my brows. “What happens, exactly, if I don’t?”
She purses her lips like she’s going to lose her mind. I’m still trying to avoid looking at her but, honestly, everything is out there on display. The woman is spectacular, and I suddenly do feel like a teenager in comparison. Why the hell aren’t my boobs that big and round? And my skin so golden and tanned? Damn her. I’m not even going to look at her lady parts, because I bet they’re perfect too.
Is this what Mason is into?
Women who he can dominate and leave tied to his bed while he goes and does whatever the hell he wants?
“You don’t want to know; your little mind couldn’t handle it.”
She’s pissing me off now.
She is throwing around insults, and she’s the one tied to the bed.
“I don’t particularly like how you’re speaking to me. I’m not the one, lady, who is tied to a bed. Maybe it’s your mind that’s little. Don’t you have better things to do than to be a man’s little toy?”
She goes red and snaps, “You wouldn’t know what you’re talking about. You probably have missionary sex and that’s it. Maybe you should try it, do you good to learn to shut that mouth.”
I snort. “Get over yourself. I’m going to call Mason and find out what the hell to do with you.”
She shakes her head. “Do not call him. Put the ball back in my mouth and leave the room. Go on with your little day, and you can hear what happens later when he comes home and praises me for being a good girl.”
I laugh. “A good girl, seriously? You’re a grown woman.”
She goes red again.
“And you’re a bratty little maid, now get out.”
“Really,” I mutter as I pull out my phone. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
I dial Mason’s number and put the phone to my ear, waiting for it to ring. It does, three times, before he finally answers. “What?”
“Last time I checked, the greeting was hello. Not what. Didn’t you learn any manners in school?”
He exhales. “What do you want, Saskia?”
Grumpy.
“I just wanted to let you know, I came across your play thing tied to your bed. I have to tell you, she’s not a very nice woman. Whatever punishment you’re giving, it’s clearly not working.”
He growls, low and deep. “What the fuck are you doin’ in my room?”
“Mason,” I say calmly, “I’m your maid. I clean your house. I live in your house. What do you think I was doing in your room? I wasn’t having a party with your clothes.”
He growls again. “The door was fuckin’ locked.”
“Yes. It was. And I thought it was by mistake, so I unlocked it and now I’m getting bad mouthed by Barbie here, because I took this stupid ball out of her mouth.”
“Put the fuckin’ thing back and get out.”
I raise my brows. “You can’t be serious? You’re going to leave her here all day?”
“Yeah, I’m goin’ to leave her there all day.”
“Why?” I gasp. “What if she needs to pee? Or,” I whisper low, “worse...”
“She holds it in. She does as she’s told. Which is somethin’ you should fuckin’ try and learn.”
“Being tied to a bed with a ball gag in your mouth is hardly doing as you’re told. You don’t get much choice.”
“Put it back in and leave her there,” he snaps.
I huff. “Fine, but I swear to god I am not cleaning her pee if she can’t hold it in. Should I give her a drink?”