Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
I saw some of the yearning before, and while I fucked her the first time. It was even more potent the morning after, though it hasn’t gotten to the level I want – the level I heard in her voice before we met when she talked about what she wasn’t getting from him. Intimacy. Eye contact. Physical affection. She wants to feel seen. Appreciated. Wanted.
She’ll have all those things from me and more. Because she’ll get to live out all her fantasies while she has my utter and complete devotion and attention. I’ll pamper her. I’ll worship her.
The physical attraction was there for me from the moment I saw the longing in her eyes. Hers was evident for me when we met. Things shifted and the budding affection that built for me disappeared when I revealed that I overheard her and her friend in the club that first night. Her eyes changed. Hurt, I guess. Betrayed, probably, because although we didn’t know one another well, she let me in physically and I already see she doesn’t give that away without consideration. Physical intimacy isn’t throw-away for her like it’s always been for me. Until now, it was all about urges. Release. For Chloe, it means something deeper. And I respect that. She feels disappointed that she let me in physically because I disappointed her emotionally.
I won’t skirt the facts. She needs to know just what she gets with me. She’ll soon understand just how fucked up the man who’s fixated on her is. It’s beyond a fixation; I already know I’m traveling down the chain of addiction with her. And I’m taking things slower than I want to – because it’s necessary.
People around me get concerned when I pursue my interests at my preferred pace.
My father always told us your strategy is important. Before you devise one, learn all you can through research and observation so the most logical course of action with the minimum amount of risk will reveal itself.
My father had plenty of advice for his sons as kids. Continuous lectures. Nowadays I don’t have much to say to him and he’s given up on saying much to me. But I’ve remembered all his lessons well. Too well.
I’ll work to get Chloe’s longing aimed in my direction. Until she wants me a whole lot more than she ever wanted Hallman. Or anybody. With a big difference. She’ll get everything she wants from me. I’ll do more than make all her sexual fantasies come true. She will not have a doubt in her mind that I want her. She’ll feel worshipped, treasured.
I stand in the shower fisting my cock with her face in my mind. I see her on her knees taking me – eyes watering but still full of lust and submission the way they were that first night. It’s only been eleven hours since I had her. And I already crave more.
I crave fucking her with those looks, those reactions from the first night. But until things progress emotionally for her, I’ll take what I can get.
I make it to noon before I send her a text message with a demand. As I send it, I switch to the screen with the set of windows showing me the wired rooms in her house. She’s in front of her computer in her home office. Hallman is in front of his computer in the other office. He’s playing a video game. She’s replying to a work email, but immediately lifts her phone at the alert.
I watch her read the message.
I want you at my place at 7. Wear your hair in those big curls like you wore the night we met. Same red lipstick. Wait for me in my bed wearing the clothing I’ll leave on the end of the bed. I’ll be there soon after you. Bring your appetite.
She puts her phone down, shoves her keyboard back toward her monitor, and rests her forehead on the edge of the desk for a good two minutes before I send another message.
Acknowledge you received this message, Chloe.
She doesn’t move to check it despite that I hear the ping.
I send another one.
Don’t disappoint me.
She’s still face-down on the desk, so I phone her.
She picks it up, looks at the screen and sighs before answering.
“What?”
“When I message you, I want replies. Prompt ones.”
“Whatever,” she mutters.
“Chloe,” I warn.
She says nothing.
“Be here at seven,” I order. “Put the outfit on and I’ll be along soon afterwards. Don’t disappoint me.”
She holds the phone and looking at her profile on my screen, I see fire in her expression. And it sparks something in my blood. Something I like.
“I need a response, Chloe.”
She thrusts her middle finger up in the air.
I chuckle, letting her know I see her. “Be my good girl, baby. I’m not sure you’re ready yet to see what I do to you when you’re my bad girl.”