Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
His hand was in her hair as though he couldn’t quite stop touching it. “And what was your punishment? You snuck in and watched two Doms who were looking for privacy. There should have been punishment.”
Every word was deep and dark, honey rich and ripe with promise. What would this man’s punishment be like? “Did you forget the whole snapping his shoulder back into place part?”
“I did not. I also didn’t forget the disrespect part.”
“Vince did have to spend three days crawling around. Mistress Jackie is his Domme and she takes that stuff seriously. Master Kai put Kori in some pretty nasty bondage for a whole evening. He carted her around like a piece of luggage and she wasn’t allowed to speak. She really hates the ball gag.”
“And what happened to you?” Sir asked.
“I was the chick who saved Master Jesse’s ability to throw a baseball.”
His hand fisted in her hair sending the most delicious thrill down her spine as he tugged to just the right side of pain. “No one punished you?”
“It’s not that kind of club. I don’t have a Dom and Big Tag is surprisingly indulgent if he likes a person.”
He pressed up and forced her to her toes. Her breath hitched as she felt his warmth close to her ears. “Poor sub. You should know if you decide to dance for me tomorrow night, I would have punished you. I would have put you over my knee and spanked your ass silly. I would have forced you to stay at my side and serve my every need, and many of those needs would have been sexual. I would have kept you naked and desperate for my affection.”
Charlotte was totally right to have done this because she didn’t care what he looked like. All that mattered was how he made her feel and that was desired and achy and super, super horny.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Sir.” She couldn’t help the way her breath came out in little puffs.
Yes, she could spend the weekend with this man. He wouldn’t be here for long. He would stay for the weekend and maybe come back from time to time since he had friends here, but she wouldn’t get invested in him. She would be smart and safe.
“Let’s sit for a while,” he whispered. “I want to talk to you. I want to get to know you, Princess. I want to know if the name you’ve picked for yourself is perfect or perfectly ironic because I think you might be a horrible, wicked little brat.”
“Do you like brats?” She’d known some Doms who didn’t, who wanted a perfectly obedient sub. They didn’t come to Sanctum. Sanctum was what she liked to call sugar kink. It was for play and no one took it too seriously. Brattiness was often seen as entertainment.
“I’m fucking crazy about a truly luscious brat,” he admitted. “Nothing in the world can make me happier than getting a brat to smile my way. And to cry a little, but only if she needs it.”
She spoke his language. He liked to play but wasn’t afraid of a challenge. It was exactly the type of Dom she adored.
Years she’d waited, wondering if one of the members in charge of pairing up people would find her a dream Dom. She was the sub who got to break in the baby Doms because they knew she was fun and kind and wouldn’t get serious about anyone.
She couldn’t get serious about this guy. Couldn’t. But she could play with him. She could pretend. “I know you can’t see me right now, but I’m smiling at you, Sir.”
She felt his hands soften in her hair and something warm brushed her eye.
He pulled away and chuckled. “Sorry. I don’t think that was your forehead. It was supposed to be your forehead.”
It was good to know he wasn’t perfect. “It’s okay. I think I’m rubbing your ear right now.”
“Hey, it’s totally working for me.” He went quiet for a moment. “Sit with me.”
“I’d like that.”
* * * *
Jared settled himself on the couch, happy he hadn’t fallen on his ass. The dark thing was interesting but it was also fraught with peril. He’d done so well. He’d managed to get her hair down, to touch her and sink his hands into all that soft stuff. He’d always been fascinated by her hair. There was so much of it. She put it up most of the time, whether it was in a messy bun or one of her elaborate updos. He wanted her to let it down for him, had fantasized about what that hair would feel like when she draped herself around him after he’d made her scream.
Why had he fucking waited? When he’d met her, he’d wanted her. Right from the start. He’d taken one look at her curvy pinup girl figure and stunning face and known he wanted to get her in bed. Then he’d spent time with her and realized she was far more than a gorgeous face and banging body. Sarah was funny, weird in the best way. She saw the world differently and it was a world he wanted to live in.