Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Oh, there he was.
When I’d tell Conner the story later, I’d make sure to sound confident and focused, but just seeing Master Jared across the parking lot had me remembering how it’d felt to kneel for him…and how his finger had tasted…and how strong his leg had felt between mine.
Shoot.
Ignoring the pink cheeks I’d given myself, I took a deep breath and forced my legs to keep moving. I’d hoped to look boring or at least normal before he noticed me, but luck was not on my side. His cheeky grin said he’d noticed the blush too.
Sighing, I gave up and just accepted I would look ridiculous for our first date.
“There’s my sweet slut.” He was perfectly Master Jared as he shook his head, reaching out to trail a finger down my cheek when he finally got close enough. “You’ve been imagining dirty things, haven’t you?”
I tried to shake my head. It wasn’t really lying because I’d been remembering him and our scene. That couldn’t be a dirty thing because he’d been so sweet, but he raised one eyebrow and gave me that look—and I blushed again.
Shoot.
“I was…thinking about our time in the lounge last weekend…” My eyes couldn’t help darting around as I looked to see if anyone was watching. What was I supposed to call him? He was always Master in my head, but I couldn’t call him that in the parking lot.
As my mind raced, his chuckle had my cheeks heating again. “Look at me, naughty boy.”
Obeying was easy because my brain seemed to follow his orders without having to think. It was just like the other night but different. This wasn’t just about a scene or sex. This was real life. And in our real life, he was smiling like he thought I was adorable.
Shoot.
As his grin widened, I felt my face getting hotter again as he stroked my cheek. “There’s my boy. When we’re alone, or when it’s appropriate, you’re going to call me Master or Master Jared or Sir. But when it isn’t reasonable for you to call me Master without outing us or without making someone else uncomfortable, you’ll call me M like it’s a nickname. Do you understand?”
Oh. Yes, that wasn’t hard.
How did he make everything seem so easy?
Since my frantic searching made sure I knew the parking lot was empty of people for the moment, I nodded. “Yes, Master. I’ll remember.”
“Good boy.” He leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to my lips before pulling back. “If anyone asks, my middle name is technically Michael.”
He’d thought of everything.
“Now, what were you thinking about that made you look so cute and flustered?” His question got the intended reaction and his eyes sparkled when I started to squirm. “Very cute.”
Conner’s voice whispered in the back of my head, making me want to sigh. But he probably wasn’t wrong and I didn’t want to send mixed signals to a Dom I really liked.
Taking a breath, I kept my voice low as I confessed. “I was thinking about kneeling for you and how your leg felt…how it felt against me.”
And now I was hard and blushing and imagining the way his bulge had strained against his pants as he’d spread his legs in front of me.
Petting my cheek softly again, his eyes sparkled. “Did you like feeling my leg against your cock? You were such a pretty little slut when you rode my leg.”
Could a sub die from having too much blood in his dick and not enough in his brain?
Asking for a friend, of course.
My head managed to nod, though, making him even more pleased. “I loved seeing you grind against me and whimper. You’re the sweetest sub and I can’t wait to get to know about all the other sides of you.”
I was at the point where submitting to him was all I could really think about but I managed to nod. Mostly because I wanted to please him. “Thank you, Master.”
His thumb stroked over my lips before he nodded and pulled away. “You’re welcome.”
I had to fight back a whine that wanted to escape at the loss of his touch but he was right. This wasn’t the place to pet me or finger fuck my mouth.
Maybe we could do that again later?
His chuckle said some of that thought might’ve shown on my face, but he didn’t call me out on it. “Let’s go get dinner. I should’ve asked you this before I kissed you, but what are your feelings on public displays of affection?”
With him, I’d have let him do anything he wanted…but that wasn’t what he wanted to know.
“Um, I have a tendency to overthink them because my brain…let’s say it jumps around?” To dirty things, obviously. Master’s grin said that went without saying. “But if you’re asking about holding hands and that kind of stuff, I don’t mind.”