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)
I felt bereft as her weight slid off my lap. When she kneeled once again, I could see her breasts heaving with each breath. Smiling, I reached down, trailing my hand from her collar to her nipple and pinched it lightly. She immediately threw her head back in pleasure and arched into my touch.
“Go plate up our dinner,” I said softly. “I'm hungry, Daisy.”
“Yes, Mr. Langston.”
“Master,” I told her. “You can call me Master from now on.”
Daisy nodded like a good submissive and when she rose, I reached out and wrapped my hand around her thigh. As I slid my hand up to feel her wet heat, I smiled.
“First I'm going to eat dinner. And then I'm going to eat you.”
Chapter Eleven
Daisy
I knew that Mr. Langston was waiting for his dinner, but I needed a minute. My ass stung from the spanking, and I was embarrassed. What kind of woman got off on that kind of pain? All this time, I thought that sex was nothing more than pain and abuse, but I was more than wrong. I was turning into this wanton slut who eagerly took whatever her lover gave her. Or, her master, whatever Mr. Langston meant by that. Did he keep telling me to call him that since he paid—and technically owned—me for the month? I was his sex slave, after all.
Gripping the counter, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. So many things still confused me and there was so much I still didn’t know about, but I couldn’t deny the way my body had reacted to his spanking. How would it respond when he tied me down? When he loomed over me and called me a slut and a whore? Would I still feel fear, or would I welcome it?
What was happening to me?
My hand trailed up to the diamond collar, and I was surprised to find that the weight—the feel—of it wasn’t so foreign anymore, but almost comforting even.
Slowly straightening, I plated up our food and brought it out. He'd moved his chair back up to the table, but it didn't make a difference. My gaze still drifted to his lap. I'd spent most of the day ignoring the kitchen table because whenever I saw it, I imagined myself splayed out with Mr. Langston’s fingers stroking me to ecstasy.
I'd been wet all day, but now my pussy was drenched. It was the real reason that I wanted to wear the panties. I felt so exposed without them. His eyes followed me with every step that I took. My movements were awkward with the heels, and the plate in my hands teetered dangerously. Maybe if my foot didn’t still hurt, I’d be able to figure these heels out. I kept my head held high anyway, barely keeping from spilling Mr. Langston’s food.
“Your foot hurts,” Mr. Langston noted mildly when I’d returned with my own plate as well. “Take the shoes off.”
Confused, I stared at him. “I thought pain was part of the package.”
“When it’s coming from me, yes. It's done to heighten sexual pleasure. As much as I love your long legs in those shoes, I don't like to know that they're hurting you. Take the shoes off. I won't tell you again.”
“You are so confusing,” I muttered under my breath and leaned down to unbuckle the black shoes.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly, kicking off the shoes. “Just relieved.”
“Do we need to rehash what happens when you lie to me?”
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I shook my head, desperate to change the subject. “What upset you at work?”
“Don't ask me about work. Ever,” he said shortly. “We both know that you're not interested. Let's talk instead about what you did last night. Did you touch yourself after I left you? Did you try to break into that closet and see all the delightful things that I have in store for you?”
I knew what he wanted me to say. Knew what he wanted from me, but I was still sorting through everything, and wasn't ready to talk about it—certainly wasn't ready to talk about any of this with him.
Maybe Suzie might’ve been someone to talk to, except the first thing that she said to me when she walked in today was that she didn't want to hear any of the details. She just wanted to know if I was okay.
I had no other friends, and definitely couldn't call up Ralph and discuss it with him. So, for now, I had to sort through things on my own, and that was going to take time.
“I realize that you enjoy putting me in situations that make me uncomfortable, and I do want to please you, but I'm not ready to talk about yesterday. If you don't want to talk about work, then maybe we could find some sort of common ground. Something between work and…um…sex.”