Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Walking over to her bed, I sit down next to her. She doesn’t move as I lower the covers to her ass so I can see she’s naked.
I should tie her down and fuck what’s mine just like I did last night. But I won’t. I want her to know it’s me. I want her to be conscious and aware that she’s my dirty whore who I’m going to use.
I get a look at the package I ordered earlier that Jessie left for me. Walking over to it, I open the box and smile. It’s perfect. Once I put it on her, I kiss the side of her cheek. “Sleep tight, sweetheart. Tomorrow is a new day for your training.” With that, I get up and leave her room to go to mine. We both need our rest.
ASHTYN
I woke up this morning disappointed but also surprised. My body wasn’t sore so that meant that Saint didn’t fuck me last night while I slept. But he did come and see me at some point because I woke up with a gift wrapped around my neck.
The thin black leather collar has a black silk bow in the center with a bell. He’s made me a cat. It’s so he can hear me when I’m out walking around. He thinks it’s going to stop me, keep me locked in my room.
Fuck that!
If he wants me confined to my room, then he should shackle me to that bed. The collar also has a small lock on the back so I can’t take it off.
I like it. Just another way for him to claim me.
Jessie brought me some breakfast, which I refused to eat. I wasn’t hungry. My mind’s a mess, my body on fire. He’s toying with me. What’s the point of making me his pet if he won’t play with me? I was always needy. That hasn’t changed. My pussy is wet and begging to be touched.
Have you ever craved something so much that you’ll do anything for it? That’s where I’m at. I’ve paced my room, sat on the bed, stood on the balcony. I’ve even called out Saint’s name a few times, hoping he’d hear me on the cameras that I know are in here even if I can’t see them. Nothing. I’m being ignored. It’s him proving his point that I’m to be used, not rewarded.
I can’t take it much longer.
I’ve dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a white crop-top sans bra. Those are some things I know I won’t need. I never used to wear one, so I’m not sure why he’d let me now.
Walking over to the bedroom door, I twist the knob, half expecting it to be locked, but to my surprise, it opens. Maybe I’m not a prisoner after all.
The thought of staying in my room crosses my mind, especially after the way that man hit me, but I square my shoulders and refuse to let him stop me. Besides, a part of me wants to get Saint’s attention. He used to love coming to my rescue. We’d go out to a club or bar, and I’d start a fight with some random man and then Saint would come in, beat the fuck out of him, and save the day.
We’d end up fucking in the back seat of the car while one of the others drove us all back to the house of Lords. I love a man willing to fight for what is his.
Entering the hallway, I see three other doors. The one to my left has to be Haidyn’s. That’s the one he popped out of the other day. The one directly to the right of it is propped open.
Placing my hand on it, I gently push it open to see it matches the one I’m in size-wise. Large open space, double doors that lead out onto a balcony. A four-post bed sits in the center with deep-purple bedding and matching pillows. The walls are matte black with intricate gloss black designs.
I walk over to the bed when something catches my attention. It’s a metal collar and a chain for a leash. A large and bulky lock sits beside them. Kind of like what I wear but bigger, heavier, sturdier. I imagine the bruises it’ll leave and lack of movement it’ll provide once in place.
“Interested?”
I jump at the voice behind me and spin around to see Kashton leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
“In being someone’s pet? No thanks,” I lie, giving a rough laugh to avoid how nervous I am that he just caught me in his room.
He arches a brow, his eyes dropping to my bell collar. Saint might as well write Saint’s bitch across my forehead. Kashton pushes off the doorframe and steps into his room, and I step back.