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)
His giggle said he knew what I was talking about.
“After that, we went back to his place and he…well, he called it an experiment.” I didn’t bother trying to hide the sigh in my voice, Conner would know how wonderfully wicked that was. “Conner, he had a notebook. He wrote down data like when I came and how hard it was and then he kept studying my pants. It was so sweet.” Oh, but speaking of my pants.
“What the hell was that fabric made of? The underwear, Conner.” His giggles would not get him out of trouble. We were on the phone and it was much easier to tell him no this way. “I should not have been able to get to a dry orgasm before my pants got wet.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be angry or not, but I missed out on the wet-my-pants part of the night.
Master Jared hadn’t even been able to tell me what a dirty boy I’d been.
As Conner’s snickers faded, he let out a deep breath. “I forgot about that part. They’re so sexy I didn’t even think about how well they absorbed…well, everything. I got them from a place online that sells all kinds of fun panties and undies.”
Now it was my turn to sigh. “Master Jared liked them even if they never made me look like I wet my pants. God, he’s so sexy when he says that, Conner.”
Conner’s giggle said he agreed, but I hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. “He talked about how I would look walking around the club wearing just the underwear you gave me.”
I was hoping the leash and collar would get mixed in with that scene, but I wasn’t going to be greedy.
Oh, and while we were on the subject of scenes.
“Conner? Did Master Jared talk to you about anything interesting?” I had to be patient to get my answer because I had to wait until the troublemaker stopped laughing.
“God, Finley, which conversation? Your Dom is fabulous.”
Oh.
“More than two conversations? I can see it being two because of setting up the dinner thing. That was crazy by the way.” Two made sense. One for the dinner and one for the strip tease. “More than two?”
What else had they talked about?
His giggling wasn’t helpful.
“Conner. I’m running out of time. I’m supposed to be meeting Master for dinner soon.” I wasn’t sure what the plan was, just that I was supposed to meet at his place and I had to leave soon to make sure I was on time.
It took a bit longer for Conner to stop laughing, but eventually, he took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I’ll stop. I can do this.”
He was so annoying when he wasn’t naked.
“I have more patience for this nonsense when you’re naked and doing something distracting, or have you forgotten that fact?”
Oops.
He was laughing again.
I finally gave up, disconnecting the call and going back to making sure I had everything ready for the weekend.
The whole weekend.
Master either had high expectations that I wouldn’t annoy him or he was delusional.
Maybe both?
He seemed to think I was sweet and he never seemed to think anything that turned me on was unreasonable.
He’d even found people to giggle as they watched him feel me up at dinner.
Master was so romantic.
It’d been the perfect first date, and I had to admit, I was worried that the second date wouldn’t live up to the first.
“No, that’s an unreasonable standard.” I couldn’t compare regular dates and dirty perfection. “Master shouldn’t be punished because he did such an incredible job on our first date.”
I had to be reasonable. Some dates would only be wonderful not incredible or perfect.
“A whole weekend will be too much pressure if we’re aiming that high.” Yes, I was going to have reasonable goals. “A half dozen orgasms and waffles will make for a very nice weekend.”
That was very reasonable.
“And if he lets me suck him off again that will be even better.” Hmm, part of me wondered if I should aim for having him fuck my throat, but even by the time I was walking out the door, I hadn’t decided if that was asking for too much.
“Master is very polite. He probably thinks it's rude to fuck a sub’s throat when they’re taking care of him.”
Oops.
How did she always walk out the door when I was talking to myself?
“Finley, dear, is that outside talk?” She was ancient and very sweet, and always managed to catch me doing ridiculous things.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” Trying to decide the best way to apologize for talking about deep-throating a dick, I shrugged and aimed for innocent. “I shouldn’t watch cop shows. They’re getting very sketchy these days.”
Yes, that was believable, right?
I mean, weren’t old people innocent or at least naïve?
The way she raised one eyebrow and sighed said I might’ve had that assumption wrong. “Finley, dear. Even the most dramatic reruns of SVU don’t have discussions on deep-throating a cock.”