Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
He locked his arms around my neck again, and we deepened the kiss, perhaps feeling the same need to solidify another milestone in our relationship. I didn’t quite know how to explain it, but it felt significant, nevertheless.
“Let me hear you say it,” I whispered.
He shivered and fiddled with the buttons on my shirt. “Daddy.”
That’ll do.
Fuck.
Gael bit his lip and fought a cute grin as he undid the buttons. “My Master Professor Daddy.”
I let out a chuckle, though the amusement faded when I saw the need growing in his eyes. It intensified my own hunger, and I was done talking. So was he. We came at each other with a level of fire that was entirely new to me. For as long as I could remember, Walker had described me as frustratingly mellow and said that nothing could ruffle my feathers, but that was exactly what Gael and Joshua were doing. I was becoming fucking unglued because of them.
CHAPTER 11
Gael Grimes
So it was actually settled? It was going to happen? This was no longer a discussion about limits for a future event that might take place; we had plans now. A date. For an actual orgy.
Oh my gosh.
And I was going to attend with my two Owners.
It was laughable!
Me? At an orgy? With two partners?
Nuts. Nutty-nut, nut, nuts.
“What’re you snickering about back there, baby?” Daddy chuckled and eyed me in the rearview.
“All of this,” I laughed. “That this is actually happening.”
The orgy was just the icing on the cake. The past week I’d spent with Santiago and Dean was…everything. Everything. Daddy and I had totally cracked Dean—and goodness, they had cracked me too. Not that I’d been wary of entering anything, but it’d been tough to believe initially. I just had to keep reminding myself that I deserved to be happy.
I’d missed being happy.
Now I couldn’t contain it.
I bobbed my head to the beat of the song playing on the radio and looked out the window. Traffic was getting worse the closer we got to the city madness.
I checked my phone to see what time it was, and I nodded to myself. We were on time. Macklin and Archie’s class started in fifteen minutes. We’d be on the third floor, and while we were up there, Daddy and Dean were gonna have an early dinner date downstairs. And tomorrow, we were hopefully having leftovers for dinner! Macklin had promised I’d have a meal to bring home, and I loved the idea of preparing something delicious for my Owners. ’Cause I had those now! Two of them. One, two. Who were so stinking amazing, I couldn’t describe it accurately.
A message from Dean popped up, reminding me to change his name in my phone. He was way more than Professor Dean.
Tell Daddy I just parked. I assume he’s driving. Kisses.
“Master’s at the restaurant, Daddy,” I announced.
“I bet he stole the last good parking spot,” he said.
I snickered and replied to Dean.
We’ll be there in ten, Sir! Also, Daddy thinks you stole the last good parking spot. A thousand kisses.
I liked this song. It was a happy one. Daddy listened to so many genres, from Latin pop to metal, from opera to country—like this one. It was a country music channel.
Another text popped up, and I saw it was Kit.
Have fun at the class!
I smiled and typed back.
Thanks! I still think you should’ve come!
I’d asked him about it, despite that the class was geared toward slaves and subs into domestic servitude—I mean, everyone was welcome—but Kit had declined. He and Colt were gonna spend the night building model craft.
Which reminded me… “Daddy, do you think it’s possible I could keep my 3-D printer at your house? Maybe in the garage?” He’d already hinted at it when I’d said I kept my printer at my grandmother’s house in Virginia Beach. I just didn’t have room for it at my place.
I’d given a couple mini figurines of fighter jets to Kit, and he’d painted them like some professional. They looked so cool.
“Absofuckinglutely,” Daddy replied, switching lanes before our exit. “Just say the word, and we’ll drive down to Virginia Beach.”
I beamed. “And I can introduce you to my grandma?”
He smiled back at me. “If you’re ready for that, nothing would make me happier.”
Awesome! We’d have to find a day Dean wasn’t too busy so he could come with us.
I’d already told my dad because I told him everything, and he’d been so surprised—but happy for me. Okay, I’d gossiped a little too. I hadn’t been able to help it. It had been yesterday, when I’d gone back to work for the first time in days. Dad had logged in as usual, and he’d noted my absence.
That was how my dad and I functioned. We usually had a phone date once every other week, where we could talk for hours about everything between heaven and earth, so it wasn’t like we talked every day. A few messages through work’s intranet chat, sure; otherwise, we waited. In other words, I’d had a lot to tell him yesterday on my lunch break, and he’d been almost stunned to silence.