Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“What did I do?”
Her panic’s admittedly adorable.
“You signed a contract, Katie. Mine for one night.” I glance at the bedside table. “And by my calculations, we have one more hour.”
She winces. “Shit. I’m the one who came twice. And you’re the one who’s paying. I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
She bites her lip and looks at me apprehensively. She looks about the room and sighs. “I always mess things up. You paid me for a night of pleasure, and I pass out like a drunk sorority sister.” She shakes her head. “I’m really sorry.”
Is she afraid I won’t pay her in full?
“We had a contract. You fulfilled your end,” I say, all business now. I want to gather her back up to me and kiss away that self-doubt that flits across her features. But we’re coming to the end of the contract. I can’t let myself get attached. My voice is hard and cold when I assure her, “Nowhere in that contract does it say you’re not allowed to sleep.”
I get out of the bed and head to the bathroom without another word. When I come back, she’s at the furthest end of the bed, the sheet pulled up to her chin, and she’s looking at me sternly.
“You should have more of a chance than that!” She’s angry I didn’t fuck her more?
“Don’t look at me like that.” I glance at the clock beside the bed. “I have one more hour, and I won’t hesitate to punish you if you earn it.”
She blinks, then shakes her head. “It isn’t fair to use arousal techniques on me when I’m trying to be pragmatic.”
“Arousal techniques?” Jesus, she’s adorable. “This is no technique. You’re still mine, and as mine you’ll do what I tell you. No pouting allowed.”
Her gaze softens then, and she nods. She opens her mouth, then closes it, as if weighing her words. Finally, she whispers, “Yes, daddy.” Her eyes widen and she nods. “Yep.”
“Yep what?”
“Still hot. I wondered if it was the wine.”
“I’m sure the wine helped.”
She bites her lip. “Too bad I can’t have wine for breakfast,” she whispers.
I shrug. “You can have anything you want for breakfast.” I sit beside her in the bed and pull up room service on my phone. “Here. Have your pick.”
She looks at the menu eagerly. “Seriously? Ohh, I’ve never had room service before.” Then she drops my phone and her eyes grow stern again. “But I really need to earn my keep. By contract you’re paying me ten thousand dollars. I have to… do something.”
I have shoes in my closet worth more than that. Why is she so hung up on this? She doesn’t know how letting me take care of her fills a need in me. It isn’t all about sex.
“We can solve that pretty easily.”
“Oh?”
My cock hardens, my heart slams in my ribcage.
“We place our order. Then I take you to my shower, we get ready for the day, and I fuck you against the tiles until you scream my name.”
She says something garbled that sounds like, Gahhhhd.
“I can maybe try a blow job,” she says helpfully.
I groan. “Katie.”
“What?”
“I’m trying to order breakfast.”
“So?”
“Behave yourself and stop tempting me.”
She grins and taps her chin. “Or… we could…”
I place my phone down, prop my knees up on the bed, reach over for her, and drag her across my thighs. When she’s propped up with her ass in the air, I rest my hand on the sweet spot where her thighs meet her ass.
“Now are you listening to me?” I wrap my hand around her hair and give it a good tug.
“Oh! Yes, daddy. Of course, daddy!”
My cock aches.
I slap her ass.
“Stop distracting me with sex.”
“Eggs Benedict! I’ve never had it before. The fruit bowl, it looks so yummy. Chocolate croissant, because how could I say no to that, a side of bacon and please, a big pot of coffee and... maybe a mimosa?”
“Good girl.” I like a girl with a hearty appetite. I leave her across my knee but give her a sound spank for good measure, using her ass as a table to prop my phone on while I place my order on speakerphone. She wriggles and squirms but freezes when I reach below and pinch a nipple.
I place the order, put my phone down, and lift her off my knee.
“Shower.”
Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes hooded. “Shower,” she repeats. When she doesn’t move fast enough, I reach for her, but she’s a fast learner. Moments later she’s scrambling off the bed and trotting to the massive en suite bathroom.
She squeals. “This is… this is amazing. Oh my goodness, it’s the stuff of dreams. Are those fresh roses? And look at the soap, it’s carved just like the roses, almost too pretty to use. I didn’t know there were this many shades of white in the world! And there’s another hot tub, smaller than the one where we did the wine thing.” She gasps. “Is that an entrance to a pool?”