Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Her smile. Her laugh. Her wit and intellect and humor. I’m in danger of drowning with no life preserver in sight, and I don’t fucking care.
I call her to my office the last week of our contract, and hell, I feel like time is ticking.
What happens when our contract ends?
Rule number six plays in my mind so often now, it’s tormenting me.
Love?
Until Cora, the notion was preposterous, really. I barely even liked the women I contracted with much less loved them. But Cora… God, what she does to me. What she gives me.
After the night we made love in my bed, things changed between us. I think we both know it, but it’s something we can’t speak of.
I love having her in my home and hell, I love Ben and Bailey there, too. I liked being alone, but I love not being alone even more. I didn’t know what I was missing until I had it. I’m teaching Ben basic chords on the piano, and Cora and Bailey are enjoying the hell out of living in my penthouse, with full access to the pool, the workout room, and the spa. And I enjoy the hell out of spoiling them.
We haven’t talked about them moving out in the week they’ve been there. The last time we did, I told Cora I liked them here and made some kinda vague remark about one of my guys finding them a place to live. What I didn’t tell her is that I threw out the printout he gave me with all the details.
Ben and Bailey enjoy getting rides to school, and Cora enjoys knowing they’re safe. We still go to Verge, but more and more I’m spending time in the penthouse I once viewed as little more than a place to crash. It’s the first time it’s ever felt like… home.
And I’ve never felt at home. Not when I lived with my parents. Not when I lived in a boardinghouse. It isn’t until they’re all there that I realize I’ve been a sort of nomad. It’s an interesting concept to grapple with, but I’m happy where I am.
She doesn’t hold back with me anymore, and hell if she isn’t everything I’ve ever wanted. Our contract is almost up, but I don’t care. I think I know what I’ll do when it’s up. I’ll pay her in full and…
No. The truth is, I have no idea what I’ll do.
It depends on her, really.
She has school today, but no shift at the bookstore, and I’m making good use of the time we have together.
I want you in here at eight, dressed in the simplest clothing you can so I can take it off you when you get here.
Yes, sir.
I can almost see those eyes of hers light up as she bites her lip and looks through her clothing. The way her pulse races and she shifts on her feet at the knowledge that she’ll be in my office today to do with what I please.
Will you use me, sir?
The text makes me smile.
In every possible way.
We’ve spent every damn day together since that night in Verge when she was first mine.
I’ve scened with so many women, one might call me proficient in the art of BDSM. But punishment… real discipline… it did something to Cora. There was more than the physical exchange of power that night, and neither one of us could have predicted what it did to her. To us.
I knew the cane would be difficult for her. I had no idea that my punishment would break her open the way it did, and I had not the slightest inkling of how I’d want to put her back together again. Something happened that night, but I won’t let myself think about the ramifications. We have a contract. This is an agreement between two people, friends with fucking first class benefits, and I told myself I’m strong enough not to fall for her.
I lied.
Jesus fucking Christ, though. It would take a will of iron to resist a woman like Cora. She’s the whole fucking deal. Brilliant. Stunning. And the scenes… Christ, she’s the perfect sub. If she has a hard limit, I haven’t found it yet, though she still shakes a little when we dabble in wax. Every time I bring her to the edge of fear, she climaxes harder than she ever has before.
We’ve explored the depths of Verge and we’ve only just begun.
I didn’t plan for this to happen, but here we are, and I have no intention of letting her go. When the contract is up… I’ll have to make her another offer.
I haven’t yet worked out the details of how I’ll handle this.
I focus hard on the work I have to do before she arrives and lose track of the time. I’ve given Mandy the day off, so Cora and I have a bit more freedom than we normally do, and Manuel announces their arrival shortly after eight thirty. I frown at the time. They were supposed to be here earlier, and it’s unlike them not to arrive promptly.