Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 85443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Taking Prue had been an on-the-spot decision. It had been impulsive. But as each minute passed after I did it, I was more and more satisfied by it. Maybe Mack was okay with his daughter paying his bills or bailing him out of jail or whatever the fuck she had done over the years, but I seriously doubted he'd be comfortable with having her enslaved to a man he knew enough about to fear.
And it had been the right choice in the end.
Not because it worked for Mack, but because it worked out for me.
Obviously that shit did nothing for him because he was back at my tables just a couple days later.
But I got Prue.
Granted at first, I was just enjoying pushing her around, pushing her buttons, seeing how far she would let me take it before she pushed back. Which was way too fucking far in my opinion. Any woman in her right mind would have told me to take a flying leap off a tall building over half the shit I pushed on her.
That night on the couch being a prime case and point. I'd wanted it. She'd wanted it. It was like fucking music to hear her come alive then come just by my hand. But the shit I said after? Yeah, she should have kicked off one of her heels and fucking chucked it at me. She didn't.
And, well, it became my mission to find that backbone of hers.
Then, close to her for reasons both sexual and personal, I got to see just how repressed she was, how much she denied herself for the sake of others, mostly just her father.
And it became another mission to get her out of her shell, to force her to live her life on her own terms for a change.
Why?
Yeah, that was the fucking question of the century.
I gave a shit. That was why.
But why I gave a shit? That was a mystery. I generally gave a shit enough about women to foot the bill for dinner and make them come before I even thought about coming. But that was about it. I had too fucking much going on in my life to let it go beyond that, a physical need getting met.
At first, I blamed her constant presence. She was always there. It was easy to think about her more than some random chick I saw at a bar. Her strutting around (or more accurately, stomping around) in the uniform I picked for her certainly didn't help. Because, at the beginning, of course that was all it was. She was beautiful, gorgeous in the way that she honestly had no fucking clue how attractive she was, all legs and hair and those light blue eyes, and a voice whose sound I swear went right to my dick. It wasn't long, though, before it became more than just that.
I didn't like Matt looking at her.
I didn't like the way she second-guessed herself.
I didn't like to see her wasted talent in the name of practicality.
Then, once I was inside her that first night in the cabana, yeah, she was mine. There was no other way to put it. She came alive for me. She sparked and exploded. And it was the most fucking incredible thing I'd ever seen in my life.
From there, it was like a virus, like something that worked its way through my system until there was no distinguishing it from what was there before, until it had fucking infected my DNA.
I made her bake for me. I boosted her confidence. Not that she should have needed it, seeing as she literally made the best desserts I had ever had, and, let's just say... I'd had a lot of fucking baked goods in my life. I had one of the girls in my office design business cards for her. I planned a party for the sole God damn purpose of exposing her to what was possible for her future.
Then, yeah, there was the play.
Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of women who were willing and eager to meddle in being submissive, to enjoy pain and pleasure. There were women who could only get off with a man being dominant with them. I'd had my share of those women over the years.
But doing it with Prue, someone so wholly new to it, or any kind of play at all, was something beyond amazing. For fuck's sake, she hadn't ever even had anal before. I was pretty sure I'd never met a woman closing in on her thirties who was as hot as she was, as in-demand as she must have been with men, who had never given that a try. But she hadn't. And everything had been new for her. But sex was the one place she didn't seem to be able to hold on to her guards, her insecurities, her practicality. She just let all that shit go.