Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“We were only talking,” she said nervously as she pushed her back against the counter. “I finished everything on the list, Mr. Langston. I swear. We were just chatting while she finished up dinner. It wasn't going to be late.”
“Pick up that apron, and then get dressed,” I hissed. “And then get your ass back down here immediately. You have ten minutes, and I better like what I see.”
The fear in her eyes was all too real as she fled the kitchen. Stripping off my jacket, I dropped it on the chair. Suzie and I were going to have a long talk about her place in my household. The last thing that I wanted was for the staff to get chummy with Daisy. There was a reason that I wanted her isolated and let them have off for the month.
I wanted her to rely solely on me.
There was a chicken pasta dish in the pot on the stove. I had specifically asked for stuffed flounder tonight.
“I'm allergic to seafood,” Daisy said softly. “That's why she was here. When I told her, she insisted on making me something else. I told her that I was fine with a sandwich, but that just upset her.”
She apparently wasn't lying by how quickly she could get ready. Her make-up was still basic, but she didn't need much. The last thing that I wanted was to see her beauty smothered by powders. The black dress looked devastating on her. It was strapless and sheer in all the right places. The long slit gave me another peek at those beautiful thighs, and I could see hints of her abdomen and a daring amount of her breasts. The thin opaque strip covered only her nipples, and the design around her waist was meant to artfully hide her pussy.
That dress was made to drive men wild.
I ignored her apology. “Turn around. Slowly.”
While I was sure that she'd ready my instructions, I knew that she didn't get a good look at the dress before she put it on. The sheer fabric was meant to show just a hint of that perfect ass, but all I could see were the line of her panties. “Daisy,” I said in a cold voice. “Are you wearing underwear?”
As she faced me, I could see the embarrassment in her face. “I'm sorry.”
“Take them off. Now.” Pulling out a chair, I sat down and watched as she rushed to pull the offending garment off. “Kneel in front of me.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn't argue as she slowly walked towards me. Her heels clicked on the tile, and it pleased me enormously that she'd chosen to wear them and walk through the pain. Kneeling in front of me, she lowered her head. Reaching out, I brushed her hair over one shoulder so I could see the diamonds glittering from her collar.
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No,” she whispered, but she wrapped her arms around herself and didn't lift her head. I could see her shoulders shaking. “I tr….I trust you,” she stammered.
“Get up,” I directed. Slowly, she stood, but before she could walk away, I grabbed her hand and yanked her down. She stumbled, landing across my lap as I easily shifted her. Deftly, I pulled up her dress so that her ass cheeks were bare. “You disobeyed me, Daisy. You lied to me. It appears that you need to be reminded of your place.”
Her body wiggled across me making my cock hard. My hand shook as I raised it. “What are you going to do?” she whispered, and I brought my hand down. The satisfying sound was heaven to my ears.
Her body jerked, but she didn't cry out. “Daisy,” I asked softly as I watched her skin redden. “Did that hurt?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“But you didn't shout.”
“I was afraid to make it worse.”
Chuckling to myself, I slowly caressed her smooth skin. “The only thing that makes it worse is if hide yourself from me. When I pleasure you, I want to hear you pant and moan. When I punish you, I want to hear you cry out. I want to drink in every sound that you make. You're to be an open book for me at all times. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Immediately, I raised my hand again and smacked her quickly. Smack. Smack. Smack. She cried out each time. Resting my hand gently on her, I let my fingers wander just a little south. “What's this, Daisy?” I asked in a low voice. “Are you wet?”
When she didn't answer, I spanked her again. Three more, listening to her cries with each one. When she tried to wiggle off my lap, I anchored her to me. “Answer me when I ask you a question. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Good girl,” I murmured in her ear. “That's a very good girl. You may kneel again.”