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)
“There we have it, slaves,” Chef King said. “Come forward and begin. Ten minutes on the clock—now.”
Nu jävlar.
I rounded Ash and went for the nearest spot in front of us, and I lifted the lid. Okay, okay, got it. Flour, softened butter, sugar, vanilla extract, one egg, salt, baking powder… I suspected we’d be making those American sugar cookies. My dad loved them, with way too much icing. Plus, I spotted a cookie cutter, so yeah.
I grabbed the recipe, and sure enough—sugar cookies.
“My cookie cutter is an airplane, Daddy!” Noa said happily. “Oh crap.”
Mine was the shape of a T-shirt, and I was not announcing that.
Dammit, Archie was already mixing ingredients. In the right order too. He knew what he was doing. Honestly, I loved to bake, but my strength was in cooking.
Chef King and one of his helpers—Franklin—handed out baking sheets as we worked.
“When the dough is ready, you roll it out and use the cookie cutters,” Chef King said. “We’ll write your names on each sheet, and we’ll store them in the fridges until it’s time to bake them. And by the time you return for your second visit, you will decorate them for your Owners. If you understand, say, yes, Chef King.”
“Yes, Chef King,” we replied in unison.
“Music to my ears,” Greer murmured.
THE END OF OUR BEGINNING
Penelope Darling
Nora excused herself to go to the bathroom real quick when her group arrived at my station, and I couldn’t help but go over to Ash and ask how she was doing so far.
He smirked. “It’s been fifteen minutes. She’s doin’ fine. Are you gonna ask how I’m doin’ now?”
“No. I already know you’re bored,” I laughed.
He grinned and shook his head, and he looked around to make sure we were somewhat alone. The other group members were waiting by the bar.
“There’s fuck-all for me to do,” he said quietly. “I just stood there and watched her mix together a dough. Meanwhile, Greer was smilin’ ear-to-ear.”
“Because he’s a TPE Master, silly,” I chuckled.
Ash shrugged. “I’ve mostly experienced him as a primal Sadist.”
He was that too, but being with Archie had allowed Greer to indulge in every core kink he had.
Nora soon scurried back into the club area, and she positioned herself slightly behind Ash.
“How’s it going, sugar?” I asked her.
She opened her mouth to respond, only to snap it shut and glance up at Ash.
Good girl.
“You may speak,” he said with a quirk of his lips.
“Thank you, Sir.” Nora looked to me and beamed. “It’s fun, Ma’am—but more so, peaceful. I didn’t expect that. Like, a calm washed over me when we were baking.”
The girl knew how to trap my heart. Christ, every little thing I learned about her made me just a tad more obsessed than previously.
“Lovely to hear.” I smiled and took a step back, then summoned the others in the group. “Okay, everyone. Welcome to Pose for Your Owner. Mr. West here is going to hand out instructions for this station. On the piece of paper, you’ll find illustrations of nine poses, and it’s possible a certain humiliation Master has decided a few of them. The rule is very simple—once you get up on the podium, you perform with grace and no laughter.” I paused as Lucas handed out the printouts to the Owners. “You have two minutes to memorize the poses.”
I’d already had a few brats who’d cracked up when I’d ordered them to do the “Mclean Flamingo.” One-legged stance, arms shaped like an “M.”
It didn’t take more than that for Littles to snicker themselves to pieces.
But that was the challenge, wasn’t it? TPE Tops generally enjoyed pushing their slaves to perform well, and for that to happen, you needed challenges.
I watched Archie’s and Greer’s eyebrows hitch as they studied the instructions, and I grinned to myself and stepped up on the podium. Tate and Kingsley were well-versed in TPE too, so it was going to be interesting to watch Tate’s performance. Because unlike Archie, Tate had brat tendencies.
Aside from the made-up flamingo pose, we had the Mclean Dolphin, where the sub positioned themselves as if they were about to dive into a pool, and their fingers formed the letter M. The Mclean Whore was free to interpret, and then we had some regular poses as well. Presentation, ready to serve, display, wall, and sex doll.
“Jesus,” I heard Ash mutter. “Do Owners need to keep a straight face too?”
I smirked and shook my head. “Depends how hard you want to challenge your pet. If you laugh, chances are it’ll be infectious. Or, they’ll feel bad.”
He frowned at the last part and glanced down at Nora. She was concentrating as she studied the illustrations Lucas had put together.
“Daddy, I’m gonna laugh,” Noa whined.
I cleared my throat, and he widened his eyes and slapped a hand over his mouth.