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)
“Pet, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You’re still in shock.”
“Please,” she begged. “I don’t want him to ruin it.”
I wanted to insist she needed to sleep on it.
But who the fuck was I to tell her if she was ready for this or not? If she thought she was, I needed to trust her.
“Okay,” I said, voice soft.
It didn’t have to be punishment.
It could be something softer, something sweeter.
Scarlet opened the drain, and the water whirled down as I helped her stand, then carefully dried her body before helping her out, and leading her into her bedroom.
“Wait here for me,” I demanded as I set her on the edge of the bed.
I grabbed the soft restraints, and came back to attach them to the bed.
As soon as I did, she scooted up the bed, raising her arms over her head, and silently inviting me to close the binds around her wrists.
There was no apprehension in her face, no tension in her body.
Just blind trust on her face.
That was all the encouragement I needed as I went down to bind her ankles.
Then started the ritual.
Running my lips and tongue and hands over every inch of her, making her feel all mine again, erasing anywhere that bastard might have touched or even simply looked without her permission.
It wasn’t long before her numbness was replaced by desire, before she was writhing and whimpering as my tongue traced her nipples, as my lips sucked the skin of her neck, leaving little marks, then moving back down her belly.
I stopped at the triangle just above her pussy, looking up to find her looking down at me, eyes heated.
“I love you, pet,” I said before ducking my head and working her pussy with my lips and tongue and fingers until she was moaning and coming over and over.
I didn’t let up until her thighs were trembling.
Until her whole fucking body was racked with aftershocks.
Only then did I release her ankles, then her arms, and pulled her against me as I sat against the headboard.
“I love you too, Julian,” she said, voice soft.
And, fuck, did that sound good to hear.
“I bought something for you today,” I told her, watching as she turned up toward me immediately.
She might try to play it off, but the woman loved getting gifts. And I would love to spoil her.
But this, this was the most important thing I could ever give her. More so than a ring on a certain finger, even. This symbolized a level of trust not even a wedding ring could mean.
“Really?” she asked, eyes bright.
“You want it right now?” I asked, still feeling the box in my breast pocket.
“Yes. Obviously,” she added.
That obviously was so much like the Scarlet I knew and loved that I felt she really was going to be alright after her ordeal.
I reached for the box as she sat up to take it from me, opening it to find a double o-ring necklace. Platinum. Dainty. A collar with a chain that slid between her breasts a bit as well, making it look more like a normal piece of jewelry, so no one but us would know what it truly was.
“A collar,” I told her. “Seeing you in that one temporarily made me realize how much I wanted to see you in my collar all the time.”
Her gaze focused on the collar for a long time before it lifted to my face.
“This is a big deal,” she said. Because we’d talked extensively about rituals, protocols, and the lifestyle involved in the activities we’d been engaged in.
“The biggest,” I agreed. “I’ve never collared anyone before. This is just for you. Just for us. But you need to really think—“
“Put it on me,” she demanded, fingers ripping at the box, trying to free the collar. “Now,” she said when I hesitated to take it from her. “I want to wear it. Always.”
My smile was soft as my heart swelled in my chest.
“This means you and me, pet,” I said as I slid it on her. “Forever.”
Her hand went to it, her smile soft, her eyes all wet again as her gaze lifted to mine.
“Aren’t you glad I was such a brat when we first met?” she asked.
“I’ll be thankful for it every fucking day of my life,” I assured her, pulling her to me, and sealing my lips to hers.
XX
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Socialites and Scandals
Your favorite gossip site for all things rich, famous, or infamous.
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THE HEADLINE:
Billionaire Party Girl Heiress Stepping Into Her #BOSSBABE Era
You guys know her.
Queen of the callout.
Dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty.
Master of the social media caption.
Mother to everyone’s favorite Pomeranian - Hugh.
Crazy stalker stabber.
Well, it looks like we will have to give her a new title now.
And a new name.
Yeah, you read that right.
Scarlet Chandelier, only daughter to Marcus Chandelier, the multi-billionaire, got married!
To whom, you might ask?