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)
“Oh, you’ve been playing with me for a very long time, and it stops today.”
“Jared, I…”
“No, you’re going to listen,” he commanded. “You’re going to answer the questions I ask, but for the most part you’re going to shut that sweet mouth of yours and listen to me. Every time you disobey means another ten I’ll give you at the end of this.”
“End of what?” She wasn’t sure what was happening.
“That’s the first ten. At the end of this scene we’ve been playing out for the last few years. I sat up most of last night trying to figure out where I’d gone wrong and I realized I went wrong the moment I didn’t slap a collar around your neck about two minutes after I met you. I was in a bad place, but I should have been braver because I knew even then that you were the woman I’d been looking for my whole life.”
“I know we need to talk. Let’s go get a cup of coffee.” Anything would be better than talking about this in the very place where he’d made love to her for the first time.
He nodded. “That’s twenty and yes, I’m sure you would love to go somewhere civilized where I would have to play the gentleman and listen to the crap that’s going to spew from your mouth.”
“Crap?”
“Thirty. And yes, crap. Let me make this easy on you. I can make your argument right now. You think I need time to come to terms with the fact that you won’t be able to carry my child and I said I wanted one. You fully believe that I can’t be happy if I don’t procreate, and do it in a wholly traditional way, so you’ve pushed me aside. Now think for a second because you’re up to thirty, and even your masochistic ass is going to be aching because this is not going to be an erotic spanking.”
This was the moment when she explained to him there wouldn’t be a spanking at all. They didn’t have a contract. They didn’t really have a relationship. She was going to tell him those things, except she didn’t. She stood there looking up at his gorgeous face, completely unable to remember the reasons she thought this couldn’t work.
“Excellent.” His pleasure at her compliance was palpable. “Am I wrong about what you intend to tell me?”
She shook her head. “No. I think it would be best if you took some time to let this sink in. The consequences are real.”
He nodded as though he’d expected that reply. “All right. I think we need to work this out. I’m going to give you a head start. You’ll have the time it takes me to get to the control room and set the lights. Any clothing you want to keep, you should probably remove.”
“What are you talking about?”
Those stark green eyes of his heated up. “It’s Saturday, Sarah. You danced for me last night. Today is the day I get to chase my sweet sub down and make her mine. It’s my day to choose. Unless you plan to use your safe word in an utterly cowardly way, as you did last night.”
“Cowardly?” He was getting under her skin, but then he kind of lived there since the day she’d met him.
“That’s forty,” he shot back. “And yes, it was cowardly. You used that safe word like a leash you had around my neck. It is not meant to stop uncomfortable conversations that have nothing at all to do with D/s. It’s not meant to shove me in a corner until you want to deal with me again, and if you ever use it that way again, we’re going to have a problem. I’ve already put a clause in our contract.”
She wanted to argue about that, but she was up to forty. Forty she didn’t have to take because this scene he wanted to play out wasn’t happening. Was it?
“You can speak.”
Though it rankled, she still responded. “What contract?”
He took a step back. “The one you’re going to sign after I’ve caught you, disciplined you, and fucked you until you can’t see straight. Then we’re going to get on a plane, go to Las Vegas, and get married. I’ll have you back in plenty of time to make your Monday morning surgery, but I will not allow you to go into this without legal paperwork allowing me to make decisions in case something goes wrong. I will be in charge of taking care of you.”
This was exactly what she’d been trying to avoid. She knew he’d react this way. “We can’t get married because I could die.”
“We’re not getting married because you could die. We’re getting married because I can’t stand to spend another day on this earth without being your husband. Now are you going to be a little coward who I have to chase down in the real world, or are you going to be the queen I know you are and make me chase you down here where we’re going to find so much joy and pleasure? I can’t keep you here. If you walk out that door, it won’t be over. I’ll still be there for you through every minute of what’s to come, but my heart will ache because I’ll know you didn’t trust me. It’s your choice.”