Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She pulled back. “I’m sorry, Sir, er, Master Jordan. This club doesn’t allow the exchange of bodily fluids. That includes oral sex.”
Jordan frowned, and then shrugged. “All right.” He spit on his hand and rubbed it over his shaft. “Give me a hand job.”
Ellen hesitated. She didn’t really want to jerk this guy off. But he had given her a satisfactory flogging and some decent bondage. Keeping her reluctance off her face, she cupped his balls with one hand while she stroked his cock with the other.
Fortunately, after only about two minutes, he came with a loud cry, his jism spurting over her fingers and dripping onto the mat. Stepping back from her, he tucked himself away. Reaching for his bag, he pulled out a small towel and tossed it to Ellen. “Clean yourself and the mat while I rewrap my ropes.”
When he was finally done and his ropes and the soiled towel were back in his bag, he said, “You were great, babe.”
This had been a mistake. It wasn’t Jordan’s fault, even if he was something of a pompous ass. His main problem was one he could never fix. He wasn’t Damon.
Now Ellen wanted nothing more than to get to the bathroom to wash her hands properly and get her corset back in place. Then she’d find Kayla and thank her for getting her out to the club.
Jordan glanced around the dungeon and then back at her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I see another sub girl who is in need of my masterful attention. You’ll be all right on your own, yeah?”
“Sure,” she said, relieved to get off so easily.
She couldn’t wait to get home to a hot bubble bath and a big glass of cold white wine.
Once in her car, Ellen couldn’t help it—she pulled out her phone. In the moment before she tapped it awake to check for messages, foolish, desperate hope blossomed inside her. There would be a text from Damon, explaining he’d been a fool. Could she ever forgive him? He couldn’t wait to see her again.
But there was no message.
Irritated with herself, she dropped the phone to the passenger seat and started her car. It was time to get on with her life.
Chapter 28
“Earth to Miller,” Marty said. “I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said for the past half hour. What’s up with you, bro?”
Damon and Marty were sitting together in business class as their plane flew over the dark ocean below. “I’m sorry,” Damon replied, swirling the bourbon in his glass. “I guess I am a little distracted.”
More like obsessed.
Maybe he did need to see Ellen again, if for nothing else, to get her out of his system. Was that even possible? What was happening to him? Since when was he the kind of guy to moon over some girl?
She’s not “some girl,” you idiot. Frame it however you like, but that woman is under your skin. Seeing her wouldn’t make it better. It would be your undoing.
With superhuman effort, Damon wrenched himself back to the moment. The five-day overseas summit had been productive, every minute spent either in meetings or touring potential vulnerable areas where they could do the most good. He had been able to contribute with his knowledge of risk assessment and mitigation, along with ideas for training programs and technological solutions to protect and empower women and girls.
But just beneath the surface, every time he let down his guard, memories of Ellen and their time together would slip uninvited into his thoughts. The week they’d spent had been like nothing he’d ever known. Despite his constant reassurances to himself that he could keep the experience compartmentalized as a one-time sexy experiment with a built-in end date, memories of their brief but intense time together continued to dominate his thoughts.
Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, not since Liesel. He’d always prided himself on his ability to move on without complications or regrets. Once he’d made the decision, he’d never had a problem letting go. So why couldn’t he get Ellen out of his damn head?
Lying alone in his hotel bed one night, he’d clicked on the link to her data on The Enclave auction site, even while knowing it was a mistake. Seeing her lovely profile picture was not conducive to moving on. But then, to his chagrin, he’d discovered he no longer had access to the site.
Unable to help himself, he’d navigated to her professional website. There was a picture there of her working in her studio, paintbrush in hand, her pretty face a study of concentration.
Seeing her in that context had been in some ways even more dangerous, given his current state of mind. It had really brought home that she wasn’t just some BDSM fantasy he’d indulged in for one hedonistic week. She was a real person with a full life. A life that didn’t include him.