Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I could honestly live here.
It just felt like a 100% stress-free environment. In fact, I yawned when I plopped down on the couch. And the couch tried to swallow me up.
I should’ve changed into PJs right away, because I wasn’t sure I could get out of this thing.
Leaning back against the cushions, I eyed the black-and-white photos on the wall across the room, and it was easy to see the love Penelope had for this community. There was one picture that brought an instant smile to my face. Greer had thrown Penelope over his shoulder, and he was sprinting toward the pool. Their faces were frozen in laughter—possibly some screaming from Penelope too.
Another photo was of her and Macklin grinning and eating something. Like a pastry, maybe? They had whipped cream or frosting everywhere.
Colt and Lucas leaning close to each other with a fire running in the background, private smiles on their faces. Colt and River working up a sweat with shovels and—oh, it had to be from back when they built the deck. I spotted stacks with floorboards behind them, and the deck area was cleared. Reese and Greer were measuring something for the cabins in one photo too. Lucian had his brows knitted in concentration, and he was holding a clipboard and a calculator. He was casually dressed, which was rare for him. He looked a bit younger in that picture.
This was Penelope’s Founders wall. Community history.
I wanted so badly for Mclean to be my new kinky home.
I heard the toilet flush and the water run, and the latter went on for a while. I didn’t know her plans, though I’d gotten the impression we weren’t going to bed yet. It wasn’t that late anyway. A little past eleven.
She’d been teasing me all evening too, so I needed me some action!
Eventually, the door opened, and I nearly swallowed my tongue.
Um, hi. May I serve you forever?
Funny how quickly I could suddenly get off the couch.
I didn’t know what to do or say; I just stared at her exquisite body, the lace thong she wore, the matching bra, all black… Her hair was down too. Thick, wavy, auburn. Fuck me sideways, this was porn.
She smirked faintly and nodded up the stairs. “You ready to head up?”
“I’m ready to do whatever you want, Ma’am.”
She chuckled and extended her hand to me. “Let’s go, then. We need to have a talk, and I’d like to do that my way.”
Talk? With words?
We’d see if I could form anything coherent.
I walked over to her and slipped my hand into hers, and she led the way up, which put her delectable ass in my line of sight.
It was so bitable!
“Are you okay with me blindfolding you?” she asked.
No. Not at all. But only because I wanted to stare at her forever.
“If you wish to rob me of my view, yes, I suppose.”
She exhaled a laugh. “You’re wonderful for my ego, pet.”
I was only speaking the truth.
Reaching the landing, I was once again taken aback by the warm and cozy design of the place. Maybe not taken aback, but it brought me down from my lacy-thong high, and I was catapulted into a space that was all about fluffy pillows, dimmed lighting, and what looked like the most comfortable bed ever. Aside from two nightstands and a dresser—never mind, a chair in the corner too… That was all, though.
She turned around and kissed my cheek. “Lie down on your back at the center of the bed, please.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“And strip down…”
I shivered. “Yes, Ma’am.”
I did as told and discarded my top and shorts on the nearest nightstand, and then I crawled up on the bed. Oh my God, super-soft heaven, I’m here. How could anyone be nervous here? Because I was waiting for the nerves to set in, like they often did when I faced a Domme I liked. And this one was so many levels above like that it wasn’t even funny. Yet, zero nerves. It was strange.
Okay, one thing did it. Or two. My stomach tightened a little, and a flurry of anticipation butterflies surged through me when I spotted Penelope digging two pairs of cuffs from a drawer, and a second later, I saw the metal hooks in the bed frame. Solid wood.
“Standard safewords apply,” she said, holding up the cuffs in silent question.
I swallowed. “Green. Very green.”
“Excellent.” She smiled and walked toward me, and I lay down on my back. “I’m going to encourage you to speak freely tonight. No speech restrictions, no rules about when you get off, when you can moan, or if you beg for more.”
“Understood.”
I sucked in a breath as she straddled my hips and leaned over me.
“Close your eyes,” she whispered.
I swallowed and closed my eyes. Okay, the nerves were settling in. Like a buzz running through me, making me wanna squirm and ask what her plans were.