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)
“My hero,” I sang. I multitasked like a pro and gathered Penelope’s arms so she could hug me from behind as I paid attention to Ash. “Archie brought something to my attention, and I just wanna make sure you’re not worried you crossed a line earlier.”
Ash smirked at Greer, as if silently conveying they’d just covered this, before he popped the soda can open for me and shook his head.
“Nah. I worried for maybe a minute or two, but I’d like to think I know your masochism pretty well at this point.”
“You definitely do,” I agreed, accepting the soda. “Thank you, Sir. Maybe Penelope will send you flowers as a thank-you when my ass turns purple.”
Greer and Ash cracked up.
“Or cat food,” Penelope chuckled.
“Make sure to add a nice card,” Ash told her.
I grinned so hard my cheeks almost hurt, and I fell back against Penelope’s chest. This moment was just so damn perfect, and it wasn’t only her. It was all of them. I was falling in love with this community. I wanted it to be my kinky home.
Not for the night. Not for the time being. Not for “we’ll see how it goes.”
Forever.
Penelope kissed my neck and gave me a squeeze.
I tilted my head back and held up the soda for her. “Wanna sip?”
“Not from that.” She kissed my cheek next, and I shivered.
Greer asked Ash about his thoughts on the next station, so Penelope and I stole a moment to ourselves. The stations would come later. I’d prepare Ash snacks or whatever we were supposed to do at Jack’s station. Whatever it was, it involved human furniture too. Bring it. Then back to Chef King, presumably to decorate cookies. I was gonna make sure to decorate them both for Ash and Penelope.
“You’re staying with me tonight, aren’t you?” she murmured.
I nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”
She bit her lip, eyes flickering with warmth and affection. “I was thinking.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “What if you called me Mistress instead?”
I almost gasped.
Herregud, äntligen!
Emotions surged through me once more, stronger than before, and my eyes stung a little. I couldn’t help it. She couldn’t possibly know she’d just made my whole year.
“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered back.