Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He runs his hand down my back and squeezes my ass. “It’s over, baby. We’re good.” He holds me by the nape and kisses me possessively. “And now that I know you’re really my girl,” he says, “there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
Really his girl? What does that mean? I thought he wasn’t my boyfriend. I stare, wanting to ask, but he’s already turned to go. I listen to the sound of him leaving the apartment as I curl back into the luxurious bed.
Now that I know you’re really my girl…
Why am I so happy to hear those words?
Chapter Nine
Bobby
I wake wishing I spent the night with Lexi. I’m horny as hell for her. Remembering how hot she looked last night as she took her punishment has me sprouting a full erection–one I have to go into the shower to take care of.
I meant what I said about doing anything for her. I’m still riding the high of our scene last night. The satisfaction of Lexi’s submission. The bond we formed.
I’ve had submissives before—pain sluts who like it dirty. Or who like it during sex but can’t take real punishment. And I’ve also had women who didn’t want to submit to my authority but took it because they wanted my money. Stacy fell into that category. She sulked and made a big deal if I spanked her, even though she consented. I can be a dick, and I want things my way, but I’m not a total bastard–it’s not like I forced her.
But Lexi’s so different. First of all, she’s more than a sexy body—she has a brain and a real personality. She’s not the type to share her body just for a luxury apartment. I shouldn’t be happy for her misfortune, but I know if she wasn’t so desperate, she wouldn’t have given me the time of day.
Maybe she never would have known she liked a dominant lover. Because I suspect I’m her first, and her body’s responses to my authority surprise her. But I don’t know how she’ll feel about what happened last night in the light of day. Playful spanking’s one thing, real punishment another. Just because she accepted it at the time doesn’t mean it’ll sit right with her the next day.
Which is why I should have stayed the night.
I hang around until my daughters are up, checking in with them about their plans for the day, then I take the additional cash Lexi needs to pay the whole debt off out of my safe and head over to the apartment.
I use my own key to get in and find her eating a bowl of cereal on the couch in a bralette and tiny pajama shorts. She looks good enough to eat.
“Good morning!” She jumps up in surprise, gathering up her cereal bowl, coffee mug and another plate from the coffee table and rushing to the kitchen to wash up. I should tell her I don’t mind a few dishes–hell, Stacy trashed the place when she lived here–but the sight of her scurrying around to please me turns me on way too much.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t expect to see you until this afternoon.” She returns to the living room and runs her hands through her hair.
“Yeah. I wanted to see you.”
Her eyes round, as if startled. Or is it hopeful? Either way, she cares. I’m sure of it. Just like seeing her rush to clean up pleases me, so does seeing the need in her eyes. She doesn’t just want my money. She wants my approval. My attention.
There should be red flags flying everywhere–this is the opposite of what I wanted. What I thought I wanted. Except I like it too damn much to shut it down.
“Last night was intense.” I open my arms.
“Intense, yeah,” she breathes, stepping into me and resting her cheek against my chest.
I hear a sniff, and I go cold. Fuck. Did I take things too far? I ease her head away from my chest. “Are you crying?”
“No.” She wipes her eye with the back of her hand. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Come here, bambi.” I lead her to an armchair and pull her into my lap.
“It meant a lot to me that you accepted my punishment last night.” I run my thumb along her cheek. “You took it so well. Was it too much? Are you okay?”
“I’m okay.” Her eyes fill with tears again. “I’m sorry.” She sniffs, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m not usually like this.”
“Cry all you want,” I tell her. “I gave the punishment, I can handle the tears.”
This is part of the turn-on of being a dominant. It’s backwards and wrong, but comforting her after I inflicted pain is as satisfying as delivering the pain. Aftercare is important and no less pleasurable. I cup the back of her neck and bring her head to my lips, brushing kisses along her hairline.