Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
He smirked knowingly. “Organic and crafted for ultimate comfort,” he boasted, walking confidently towards the double sinks, and placing the pads down before retrieving a fluffy towel for me.
“I’ve always used the cups,” I found myself replying.
"I know, but I won’t allow anything inside of you except me."
I blinked, momentarily thrown by the boldness of his statement. “You won’t... allow?” I echoed, half-questioning, half-challenging, though my voice lacked the bite I intended.
He turned towel in hand, with that same knowing look that always set me on edge. “That’s right, only me.”
I stood still as he wrapped the towel around me, feeling like a fragile doll in his strong grasp.
"It was delayed due to me vetting everyone to make sure we didn’t have a repeat of the servitor situation, but our staff has returned, and they are waiting downstairs to meet their new Mistress."
Mistress? The moniker felt like a heavy cloak draped over my shoulders, one I wasn't sure how to wear. His hands brushed against my skin in a possessive touch.
"You have the morning to explore our estate," he continued, his tone upbeat. "But don't forget about Chapel later today." A hint of reverence laced his words.
The mention of that building extinguished all warmth from the bath. My mind flashed to the strict schedule Esther and Nicolette had shown me, each day mapped out with precision. I hadn't seen Nicolette in days.
Esther, however, up until recently had been a more frequent presence, always appearing with infectious energy.
“S-should I wear something specific?”
His eyes lit up with a mix of amusement and approval. "You'll look beautiful in anything but choose a dress from the upper level."
"I'll find something," I managed to reply, my voice steadier than I felt.
His warm hands delicately cupped my face, tracing the line of my jaw with a feather-light touch. He ran his thumb across my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. “I can’t remember the last time I was this hard,” he brushed his lips against mine. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now. The feeling of you wrapped around me, there’s nothing like it.”
My mind raced as I tried to process his words. “But...I'm on my period," I finally blurted out, hoping it would be enough to dissuade him.
"And? Why would that stop me?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.
I bit my lip nervously, unsure of how to respond to this man who had no reservations or inhibitions. "Isn't that unhygienic?" I asked hesitantly.
His grin widened, revealing dazzling white teeth. "I don't believe in such things," he stated confidently, pulling me closer and pressing his body against mine. "In fact, there's something quite erotic about the idea." His hands roamed down my back, tracing the curves of my hips before sliding lower and cupping the sides of my thighs just beneath the towel.
“Will it hurt?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the words trembling as they left my lips.
He paused, his hand lingering against my skin. His eyes darkened, a slow smile spreading across his face as if my question amused him. He pulled away just enough to study me, the weight of his attention making my heart pound.
“You’re so innocent,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, as though he reveled in the very idea. His grip tightened slightly, just enough to remind me of his dominance. "The fact that I was your first... you have no idea how much I love that."
A mixture of revulsion and arousal churned in my stomach, the heat of his words twisting my insides. He moved closer again, his lips hovering over mine, teasing but not yet touching. “I marked you, Lolita. No one else will ever have what I took from you. No one will ever get close.”
My breath hitched at his words, and he smirked, reading me too easily. “I love that I was your first. I love that you were untouched before me. Because now, everything that happens to you, every kiss, every ache, every pleasure... it's mine. You’ll never forget it, and I’ll never let you.”
He let the silence hang between us, his presence overpowering, suffocating.
I tried to find words, but nothing came. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Does that scare you?” I swallowed hard. “It should," he added the dark promise.
His lips pressed firmly to my forehead before he released me with a devilish smirk. "Unfortunately, I have a meeting this morning," he sighed, his eyes still fixed on me possessively. "Otherwise, I would already have you bent over and begging." His eyes swept over me again. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs," he said with a more refined grin. "Come down when you're ready." With one last touch of my cheek, he turned and walked away.
I stood there, staring at the door long after he'd left.