Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
A soft smile curves her lips, and she snuggles into me. A warm glow suffuses my chest, and I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her willowy frame in a possessive embrace.
Abigail has been my sweet pet for a week now, and she’s only left my bed when we’ve both been forced to go to work. We stopped by her apartment once to pick up some clothes, but otherwise, she’s stayed with me.
Today, she’ll let me dress her up in an outfit of my choosing. I’m anticipating some resistance, but she will comply. It’s past time that she accepts my money. I intend to spend it on her, and I won’t tolerate further defiance.
She’s accompanying me to my colleague’s wedding this afternoon, and she will wear the designer dress I’ve chosen for her. She would be the most stunning guest in attendance even in one of her paint-spattered camisoles, but I’m proud to show her off in expensive clothing. I want everyone to see how I care for my woman.
“As much as I’d like to keep you in my bed all day, we have plans, pet.” I drop a doting kiss on her forehead, and she releases a happy sigh that I’m coming to find just as addictive as her laugh.
“Don’t worry,” she reassures me. “I’ll be ready on time.”
She stretches, and her delicious body arches against me.
I grip her hips and roll atop her with a soft growl. “Are you trying to tempt me, pet?”
She flushes the prettiest shade of pink and giggles. “Do you want me to?”
I brush my thumb over her smirking lips. “This mouth. How many times will I need to fuck you here to tame that sassy tongue?”
“At least once more,” she says breathily, her pupils dilating with desire.
I groan and roll off of her. “What kind of master would I be if I give in to your tempting games?” I tap my forefinger to her nose in light reprimand. “Naughty little thing.”
She snaps her teeth at me playfully, then laughs. The sound is pure delight, and it soars through me like the most exquisite song I’ve ever heard.
“Your pet bites,” she warns, that little smirk still fixed in place.
Something dark stirs inside me. We’ve played twisted games all week, but this is the closest we’ve danced to the kind of dubious consent fantasies she used to exchange with GentAnon.
I climb out of bed and cock my head at her, considering her fate.
“I have a gag that would suit you nicely,” I remark. “But I doubt you’d like to wear that to the wedding.”
Her lips pop open in shock. “You wouldn’t.”
“Test me and find out.” I don’t bother to hide the dangerous threat from my cold tone.
In truth, I’d never allow anyone to see Abigail like that. Her subjugation is for my eyes only. But the little fearful tremor that races over her is absolutely delicious. I won’t reassure her when she looks so beautifully frightened, those aqua eyes wide and glittering like gemstones.
“Go on,” I prompt. “Take a shower. I’ll make coffee.”
She blushes and drops her gaze in submission. I’m almost disappointed when she obeys me, but I remind myself that we can’t be late to Meadows’ wedding. I might not feel friendship in the way most people do, but he’s a good colleague, and the practice that we’re building together here in Charleston is important to me.
Abigail sees this city as home, so it’s time for me to put down roots here too.
I’m not going anywhere.
An hour and a half later, Abigail is wearing one of my oversized white bathrobes while she sips at the coffee that I made for her. She’s just finished her makeup except for her lip gloss, which she said she doesn’t want to smudge. Her hair is fully dry and naturally wavy, but she intends to perfect the loose curls before we leave at noon.
As promised, she’s perfectly punctual—a quality I admire.
She might be a bit haphazard when it comes to tidying her living space, but she’s respectful enough of my time that she won’t make us late.
“I’ll need to stop by my place to pick up my dress,” she says. “Just let me finish my hair, and we can go.”
Her eyes rove over me, taking in my tuxedo. The wedding takes place later this afternoon, and the invitation said black tie attire. Meadows’ family is old money, so I’m not surprised at the dress code.
“I bought a dress for you to wear,” I say. “We have some time to relax before we need to drive to the venue.”
Her guard goes up immediately, her eyes shuttering and her mouth firming to a thin line.
“I have a nice dress,” she replies defensively. “I won’t embarrass you, Dane.”
“You could never embarrass me,” I assure her. “But I want to buy beautiful things for you. You are going to let me.”