Muse in Lingerie Read online Penelope Sky (Lingerie #1)

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lingerie Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
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I grabbed my boxers from the floor and pulled them on. I didn’t bother putting on my jeans. Instead, I snatched them off the floor and threw them over my shoulder. I marched out of her room and headed to my bedroom at the very end of the hallway.

I slammed the door harder than I meant to.

My master bedroom had a living room with a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the rest of my land. There was a large fireplace in the corner, perfect for the nights when the fog settled over the grass. Sometimes I read by the fire, but most of the time, I just drank. I tossed my pants on the couch and headed into the bedroom where my king-size bed lay. There was a fireplace in there too, along with a walk-in closet and an enormous bathroom.

My dick was so hard I thought it might explode.

Unless I jerked off, it wasn’t going anywhere.

I was disappointed in myself for listening to my slave, treating her like she had rights or something. But I was also turned on as fuck that she had this invisible power over me. She had the ability to make requests when no one else did. No one else could get away with that shit. If anyone else had been bought for a hundred million dollars to save their life, they wouldn’t dare pull a stunt like that.

But she did.

I pulled my boxers down again, ready to jerk off so I could release the buildup of anger, frustration, and immense arousal.

But Muse stepped into my room.

The diamond lingerie was back on her body. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder, and she was in the five-inch heels that made her ass even perkier. Her blue eyes were on me, deeply apologetic.

Then she lowered herself to her knees.

Right in front of me.

She rested her hands on her thighs and tilted her chin up to look at me. “Let me make it up to you…sir.”

* * *

I worked from my office at home the following day, and the view from my window showed the stables. It was a beautiful day outside, and the sun was so bright that looking over the grounds was a slight strain on the eyes.

After several hours at my desk, I went downstairs to grab a banana from the kitchen. I took breakfast in my office to avoid Sapphire. She made up for her abstinence by giving me a great blow job, but I was still pissed I’d come in her mouth instead of her pussy or ass.

“Anything else, sir?” Dante asked.

I peeled the banana and took a few bites. “Yes. I want a gynecologist to come by the house and see Sapphire. Make it happen.”

Like always, Dante didn’t ask any questions. “Of course, sir.”

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Last time I checked, she was at the stables.”

“Really?” I finished my banana and tossed the peel in the garbage. When we had breakfast together the other morning, she’d seemed particularly interested in the horses. Now I wondered if she was riding them.

“Would you like a ride there, sir?” Dante asked. “I can bring the golf cart around.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A walk across the field in the sunshine would do me some good anyway. There was no better feeling than experiencing the hot sun right on my skin on a beautiful day like this. My art took place indoors, and it didn’t matter how big my windows were, being inside didn’t compare to direct sunlight.

I walked across the terrace then took the path that guided me to the stables along the outside. The horses perked up when they noticed me, their ears pointing to the sky and their eyes on me. They turned their heads slightly to look at me.

My black stallion trotted toward me across the grass, his beautiful mane flowing back in the wind. He started walking with me along the fence, his black eyes the same color as his deep-colored hair.

I leaned over the fence and rested my elbows against the wood. “Hey, boy.”

A quiet snort came from his nose as he approached me.

“I don’t have any apples, Carbine.”

He smelled my hands as he searched for food, his hot breath flowing over me in powerful waves.

“Let me check in the stables.” I rubbed the front of his muzzle and then scratched him behind both ears. “But your belly is getting a little big. Not sure if you need it.”

He neighed like he understood me.

I gave his flank a playful pat before I walked away.

Carbine continued to follow me along the fence, his hooves hitting the soil with gentle thuds. His tail shifted from left to right, and a small snort escaped his nose every few seconds.

Marco stepped out of the stables in boots and a Stetson. “Carbine misses you.”

I glanced at him one more time before I turned away from the fence and approached the tables. “He’s a good horse.”


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