Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
But as things moved forward with us, there was no excuse for not telling me something so serious.
Hell, even on a professional level, there was no excuse.
On a personal one, though? This was unacceptable.
As much as most of my punishments lately had been playful, it was good for the opportunity to show her that some of them weren’t meant for fun.
By the time I finished my shower, shaved, then went back into the room, I expected almost immediate compliance.
Despite making noise as I moved around the room, though, she stubbornly stayed silent.
So I grabbed my phone and climbed into bed, going right to her socials.
And, sure enough, there the fucker was.
My dove.
It looked like in her earlier posts, she was better about deleting and blocking this guy. But because we’d been… occupied for the past two weeks, she’d clearly slipped.
She still posted daily, using various pictures that I’d taken, and even ones she’d taken herself. But she only seemed to engage with the comments for a few minutes, compared to previous posts.
Which meant the comment sections were full of this My dove asshole.
Long, rambling comments about her beauty.
Creepy, but harmless.
But under those comments, because he wasn’t getting the attention he wanted, the things he said got decidedly less tame.
Some were more like the note still in my jacket pocket. Starting out loving, then getting bitter and frustrated as they went on.
Others, though, were vile.
Full of a mix of sex fantasies and revenge fantasies for her ignoring him.
This shit wasn’t That big of a deal like Scarlet claimed.
This shit had to stop.
Once I had her submission on the matter, we were going to find this fucker, and put an end to this.
I couldn’t have my girl walking around with other men thinking they had any right to her.
She was mine, case closed.
“Ow,” Scarlet whimpered, making my gaze shift up, finding her lower lip quivering a bit.
The part of me that was falling for her wanted to give her an out, wanted to offer her relief.
But I had to remember this was for her own good. And, therefore, for ours. She couldn’t be allowed to keep dangerous secrets.
“Julian?” she called, and I set my phone down, but didn’t move. “I’m ready to talk,” she said.
Then, frustrated, she yanked her arms, making the clamps tug.
“Sir, please,” she whimpered.
There was my girl.
I climbed off the bed, making my way to her.
“Do you have something to say to me?” I asked, standing in front of her, but not moving to pull off her blindfold.
“I should have told you,” she admitted.
“Yes, you should have.”
“I will tell you everything I know.”
“Yes, you will,” I agreed. “And you will go with me to file a report,” I told her.
“Okay.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And, if deemed necessary, we will hire a private investigator to track this guy down.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Because we want the stalking to stop.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl,” I said, reaching to push the sleep mask up on her forehead. “Do you think you’ve been punished enough?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
“Maybe you deserve a reward for being a good girl, pet,” I said, reaching to remove each clamp, hearing her hiss in relief as the pain lessened. But blood would be rushing to the peaks right then, making them heat and throb, overly sensitive to even the slightest touch.
So when my finger brushed one, her whole body jolted.
I teased them for a few moments until I had her writhing and whimpering.
Only then did I lower myself down to my knees, pressing my face between her spread thighs, and devouring her pussy as she cried and yanked against her restraints.
I waited until she was close.
Then freed my cock, stood, and surged deep inside of her.
My gaze moved over her, going constantly back to the collar as I fucked her hard and fast.
I needed to get her a real one.
A discreet one, given her public persona.
But something she could wear all the time, a symbol of us, of this.
She said she was going to hit the spa with the girls the next day. I could cut out, hit a specialty store, get her something she would like. Something worthy of our connection.
Then do what I was dying to do.
Collar her.
Officially make her mine.
“Fuck,” she cried, her whole body tensing as the orgasm slammed through her, taking me with her.
I moved away afterward, not releasing her for a moment, watching her pant and stare at me with those lovesick eyes, seeing my release slide down her thigh.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up,” I said, releasing her, then walking her to her bathroom, cleaning her up, then running her a bath.
We spent the rest of the night eating take-out in her bed with Hugh passed out at our feet.
It was a fucking perfect night.
Right before the worst day of my fucking life.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN