Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“I didn’t think you wanted to, either. Calling me Sir is the way to get me to play if you want to, though.” She looks at me with uncertainty and clears her throat but doesn’t speak.
Her naivety is evident, and she has my sympathy. Which I hope will only aid me in my endeavors. “You can call me Drago.”
She smiles but remains quiet. I don’t care for her uneasiness, but again I remind myself that it’s to be expected. She is human and last night did not go as planned.
“Are you still mad at me?” she asks while holding the sheet to her chest. The insecurity in her voice is worrisome and I loathe it.
“I’m not mad, Kara.” With deliberate movements, I grip her chin and tilt her head to look at me and say, “I may have to tie you up before bed though.” She clenches her thighs at my words and then lets out a small whimper. Fuck, that soft feminine noise is everything. I allow a grin to pull at my lips and when her gaze falls to it, she offers me a semblance of a simper. Curiosity and even desire flash in her eyes, although I don’t scent her heat in the least.
With my voice low, I contain my own desire long enough to ask, “How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” she answers in a whisper and then bites her lip.
“Are you sore?” Her cheeks flush a deep crimson red. It takes a lot of work to keep the smirk off my face. “Part your legs for me.”
She looks back at me with wide eyes full of insecurities. “I haven’t showered or anything,” she says in a hushed tone while tucking her golden locks behind her ear.
The image of her naked body dripping wet comes to mind instantly. We could start the morning with a hot shower, and I could lap the water from her soft skin. It would be far better than the bath. It’s an open stall with several shower heads, river rock on the floor, and sleek granite on the walls. It’s large and the bench in it would be perfect for her little ass to sit on while I take care of her.
“I know.” I stare back at her, waiting for her to obey. “I’d like you not to question my orders.” There’s a small hint of warning in my voice. She’s still getting used to this relationship and power dynamic, so I don’t push too much. It’s all a part of the play after all.
I fucking love that all of this is new to her. That I have the honor of training and teasing her and breaking her in. My cock twitches once again and on cue, she obeys.
She keeps her eyes on me as she bends her knees and parts her legs. I lean over and brush my fingers along her pussy and open her up for me. Her lips are a bit red and swollen slightly. Hmm. She shivers at my touch and as I slip my fingers up to her clit, she presses herself into my touch.
I take my hand away and rub her thigh intent on rewarding her. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you in the shower.” She blushes, her legs still spread, and the scent of her arousal tempts me to take her right here once again. Before I can act on it, I command her. “Go now, I don’t want to have to wait.”
“Oh!” She pops off the bed with a fire lit under her ass and leaves for the shower. With the sheet left behind, her naked body is on display for me and I love it. I crave every inch of her.
Before I join her, I text Sage to make sure she’ll have all of Kara’s things for her when we get out of the shower. She’ll lay them out nicely on the bed and then my little treasure can choose what she’d like. Except for the collar. That is my only must-wear item. I need everyone to know she belongs to me. No one would ever dare hurt her again knowing she’s mine.
Whether or not we are mates. Whether or not we will ever be what I crave most is irrelevant. She is mine. And they will never touch her again. I’ll kill them if they do.
I crack my neck as I walk to the door to unlock it for the servants and then make my way to the bathroom. Kara sits perched on the bench in the shower, she’s completely dry and just has her hand under the stream. The steam billows around her and the warmth has already made her chest flush with a gorgeous warmth to it. When I get to the opening of the stall, her eyes meet mine and the blush returns to her cheeks. She turns her body slightly, trying to hide her curves. I tisk her as I close the door behind me.