Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
After ending the call, I dressed quietly and quickly to avoid waking Lolita. My eyes found her again, lying there so innocently in our bed. Her long, brown hair was spread beneath her like a dark halo. The comforter covered her beautiful, naked body and all the love tokens I’d given her these past few nights. The faint bruise on her cheek was the only one I hadn’t left on purpose.
The moonlight cast a serene glow on her delicate features. A profound sense of possession surged through me every time I looked at her. Even in sleep, she exuded an allure that I found utterly captivating.
I wouldn’t ever get tired of watching her sleep. She was mine, soon to be completely. A smile played on my lips as I contemplated the extent of my claim over her. Leaning down, I couldn't resist the urge to touch her one last time before leaving. I toyed with a strand of her hair, feeling its silkiness between my fingers.
Then, with a tenderness I found myself capable of possessing solely for her, I pressed a light kiss on her lips. She stirred slightly but remained asleep. With one final glance, I slipped out of the room, ready to deal with the night's unexpected developments.
I grabbed what I needed from my office before heading to the garage. I wasn’t the only one up, but the recently returned staff moved with utmost discretion, respecting the sanctity of the night. With them sticking to their quarters or moving within the shadows, the house was silent around me.
I only allowed those that had been with me for an extended period of time, and I knew I could trust, to return. I refused to have a repeat of Lolita being disrespected or made to feel unwelcome in her own home. It wouldn’t exist without her.
I had always desired a grand estate, one that reflected my status and power. The desire and importance of having one became a priority when it was confirmed I would have my Sponsa Diaboli. From the moment I knew of Lolita’s existence, I spared no expense in remodeling and preparing for her inevitable arrival.
This was to be her sanctuary as much as it was mine. One day, it would be the place where we raised our children.
Entering the garage through a door off the foyer, I took a moment to survey my collection of cars. Each one was a masterpiece of engineering and luxury, but tonight, I wanted something more practical.
I selected a sleek, black sedan—unassuming yet powerful, perfect for a late-night drive. Slipping into the driver's seat, I felt the familiar comfort and control that came with being behind the wheel of a car that responded to my every command with precision.
As I pulled out of the garage, the silence of the night enveloped me once more. My main goal was to handle the situation at Carcerem and return to Lolita before she woke up to find my side of the bed empty again. I’d been diligently working towards freeing my mornings so that I could be there with her in the future, but to do that consistently would take time.
Only being home to eat together and fuck her wasn’t sitting right with me. I needed time to work on this relationship. For the first time in over a decade, I was debating rearranging my entire schedule so that I could have a few days off.
Driving through the quiet streets of the Isle, my thoughts went to the multitude of tasks awaiting my attention. There were matters that couldn’t be delegated and required my direct involvement, particularly those related to maintaining the delicate balance of our secluded society.
My offshore business ventures were easier to offhand. Both Emilio and Bishop had already offered to step in, as had my father. My reluctance to take them up on that had become a running joke about me not knowing how to relinquish control. I might not have much of a choice soon.
Above all these other matters were the preparations for my and Lolita’s sanctifying ceremony. The thought of further binding us together stirred a deep sense of anticipation within me. It was a night the entire community was eagerly awaiting and that various disciples had had a hand in planning for over a year.
I took a wide bend, driving away from any civility. The roads were deserted at this hour, as expected. The women of the Isle, confined to their set routines and devoid of driving privileges, were in their homes. Any men that were out and not a part of the patrol detail would be returning from the more indulgent part of town, where desires were catered to without judgment.
Tourists, carefully monitored and restricted to specific areas, would be safely tucked in their temporary accommodations, or joining my disciples as they indulged alongside them, adhering to the rules set upon their arrival.