Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
That hung like she was going to add a Sir or a Master. As we left the room, I cocked my elbow and she took my arm.
I hadn’t seen much of the resort so far since I’d acted anxious to be alone with my slave. We weren’t far down the hall, which looked like your garden variety hallway in any high-end resort, when I spotted a tall and thin redheaded man in his 40’s walking with a woman on a leash. She was an exotic-looking young Somalian woman, crawling behind him on her hands and knees, topless, wearing just a black thong. Felicia was oblivious.
I tried to hold my expression stoic. I suspected these halls had cameras, too. I didn’t know whether my suite did or not but was acting on the suspicion that it did.
I had asked earlier and was told that many suites were outfitted with surveillance equipment only to keep an eye on things but that VIPs and company stakeholders were not included. Because they didn’t know me yet I wouldn’t trust that was true. I wasn’t letting my guard down.
We passed another couple, but they were walking hand in hand, dressed to the nines. The woman had a silver choker necklace on her throat with two bands crusted with rubies.
We stepped outside and it was a gorgeous night. The sun was setting. We were on a sandy beach and anyone whose mind was clear enough to notice would’ve thought it was a breathtaking sight. But me? I wanted the fuck out of here. She struggled a little through the sand with her high heels, so we switched to a boardwalk that extended pretty far in one direction.
“Where did you grow up?” I asked her, “Alaska?”
Her eyes widened.
“How’d you get here?” I asked right after that, not giving her a chance to answer my first question.
She went pale.
“Forget it. We can discuss that later.” I quickened my pace, fighting the urge to tell her the truth so I could put her mind at ease.
She kept pace with me.
I was fuming at the whole situation, and I couldn’t seem to rein it in. We walked for a bit and then we were at the boundary of the property way too soon. I lit a smoke and inhaled deeply, leaning against the fence, looking at her.
She stood uncomfortably in front of me, looking down. I gazed out at the water, taking my time to finish it, and then when I dropped the cigarette, I grabbed her hand and we walked back to the resort. By the time we were back, the sun had disappeared completely.
By the time we got back to the building after our walk, my heart was thumping wildly against my chest because as time wore on Dare seemed more and more angry.
I didn’t know what I’d done wrong and I was not looking forward to being alone with him. He’d asked me personal questions, which was odd, but he never gave me a chance to answer them. I’d been relieved though, because I didn’t want to answer them. No other patrons had asked those sorts of questions. They almost never asked any questions. That would intimate we were people with thoughts and feelings. As if.
When we got back inside the suite he said, “I need to make a few calls so I’m gonna step back outside. Maybe you can take a bubble bath or something? Watch TV. I’ll be back soon.”
“Yes, Sir.” Oops.
He rolled his eyes and then he was gone.
It had been a very long time since I’d had a luxurious bubble bath alone. I’d had duties to perform in pools and baths plenty of times, but a long bath on my own? It had been too long since I’d had that kind of luxury. It was decadent.
There was a knock on the door. Oh no. I hit the switch to turn the jets off.
“Yes?”
“You okay?” It was Dare’s voice.
“Yes, Master!” I called out.
“I’ve been back ages and you were still in there so I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall asleep in the tub or something.”
“I’m coming now. Sorry, Sir. Uh, Dare,” I called out and quickly pulled the plug.
Darn. There was nothing in here for me to dress with. I didn’t know what to do. Normally there were provisions for an evening with a patron or if I was expected to be without clothes for the duration of the assignment, I’d be informed of that. This, however, wasn’t an ordinary evening with a patron. This wasn’t an assignment. This was my new Master.
I dried quickly and wrapped myself in a towel, then stepped hesitantly into the room and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. My scalp prickled.
“I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting, Master. But … I haven’t brought anything to wear, would you like me clothed or unclothed?”