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)
Generally when the holidays rolled around and their equally as unpleasant families asked if I’d stopped being a secretary yet…for some reason, that frustrated them more than they hated that I was gay. People were weird.
Squeezing my hand, Master smiled. “My mother will love you and smother you and welcome you to the family the first time she sees those wide eyes of yours, but she’s going to accuse me of seducing a sweet angel when she gets a look at you.”
Feeling lighter, I gave Master my best wide-eyed innocent look that was really just a little bit more dramatic than how I looked most of the time according to Conner. “Oh, I’ll tell her how sweet you are to me.”
Groaning playfully, Master shook his head. “No, no, no. I’ll hear about that for years every time we go visit them or they come up here. Florida isn’t far enough away for you to do that to me.”
Years.
Master thought we’d be together for years.
Ha, Conner was wrong.
This wasn’t just about sex even if we did it a lot…and speaking of a lot of sex…
“Well…” Shrugging sweetly, I did my best not to look guilty. “I think I could be bribed into being your boring boyfriend who works in the DC rat race.”
Sitting up straighter, I pretended I was still at work and he owed me a report that was past due. Glaring at him, I ignored how sexy Master was and focused on thinking about work. “But, Master Jared, that’s not going to come cheaply because in this kind of situation, bribes and sexual favors are expected currency.”
Oh dear.
As Master barely held back a laugh, eyes sparkling, I realized the waitress had come right up behind me.
When she turned bright pink and turned right around to scurry away, I started to worry that we were probably going to have to find a new Thai restaurant.
That sucked.
I’d been coming here for years and so had Master. We’d just always come on different days. Life was very weird sometimes.
When he finally stopped snickering and the waitress still hadn’t come back, Master shook his head. “You are so cute.”
That was one way to describe me.
“That was almost like you were another person.” Before I could explain that I was probably an idiot, Master continued. “But before I forget to reiterate this…Conner is wrong. Period.”
He paused, waiting until I sighed and squirmed again to keep going with his lecture to fix my worries. “We do a lot of talking. If the way we’ve spent time getting to know each other is primarily in the bedroom, that’s because it was important for us to make sure we clicked on a very basic level first.”
Hmm…Master had a point.
As I let that roll around in my head, he smiled tenderly at me and started stroking my fingers. “You needed to see that I wouldn’t run from what you wanted and what you were fantasizing about, and I needed to see that you could enjoy submitting to me.”
Because a lot of the subs at the club had given him a hard time…and that probably took a toll on his confidence…and he hadn’t seriously dated a lot of people before me.
“You’re the best Master ever. Of course, I enjoy it. You’re very good to me when you’re being wicked.” And I was going to completely ignore how I’d chased off the waitress again.
Oh dear.
Master’s giggles said he wasn’t upset with me, though.
So maybe we were meant to be?
I’d had other guys walk out of dates over less…a lot less.
When he stopped snickering, Master sat up straighter. “Alright, to wrap this up so we can move on to dinner with no more worries…we’re fine. Conner worries too much.”
I thought he was done, but then Master glared at me so perfectly he made me hard again. “You have to start telling him the boring parts of our relationship and not just the sex highlights.”
That didn’t sound like fun at all.
“He’s not going to punish us, but I do think going to the club would be fun.” Nodding like it was all set, he looked delightfully confident. “I’m not going to work and I know exactly what I want to do with my sweet slut.”
With that all laid out, Master looked down at the menu. “And the waitress is coming back. I’m thirsty and would like to eat, so you are going to keep your cute lips shut and I will order you the Pad Thai you said you wanted.”
It was probably a good idea.
As I nodded, Master’s wicked smile peeked out. “If you’re good, we’ll go back to that reward conversation when we get home.”
Zipping my lips, I kept my eyes on the menu and refused to even look up at the waitress who was now standing about five feet from the table. Blaming this on homophobia would’ve been ridiculous since it was my mouth that had gotten us in trouble, but Master’s smile and charm had her stepping closer by the time he’d ordered for us.