Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
They were all insane.
“I’m going to the gym with Bishop and Cohen, and you’ve clearly lost your marbles.” I pointed to Kenton next. “And he’s joining you on the crazy train.”
Because no amount of pouts or blow jobs would talk Daddy into letting me have a pony…Cohen yes, Daddy no.
Not that I wanted one…but it would be fun.
Eli scoffed before turning to Kenton. “Speak.”
Giggling, Kenton bowed like Eli was an ancient god. “Yes, great crazy one. The young apprentice to your magnificence has almost talked his Dom and his Daddy into a pony. I was inquiring as to his success when he looked guilty of some sexual transgression I have not yet uncovered.”
God, there was something in the water.
Breaking character, Eli squealed. “Oh, a pony? That would be so much fun.”
“But also, so much shit.” Roman came down the stairs, crossing his arms and giving Eli the sexy, stern stare Bishop was trying to master. “You can not have a pony. You don’t even have a yard.”
Well, technically I was pretty sure Eli had some kind of small flower bed thing that would probably count as a yard, but he sighed, knowing Roman was right. “I know. But still, why does Ian get a pony and I don’t?”
“Because his Dom is a pushover?” Roman’s answer had both Kenton and me coughing to cover our laughter.
He completely ignored it, of course, and shot me a glare. “You may not have a pony.”
Turning back to Eli, he frowned. “There, are you happy?”
The psycho nodded and gave his Dom a beaming smile before throwing himself at the equally crazy man. “Thank you. You’re wonderful.”
They were all insane.
“I’m not getting a pony.” How had this gotten so out of hand?
Roman scoffed. “I know. I just told you.”
That was not how this worked.
I was going to explain that to all of them, but Eli’s brain jumped to a fun new topic. “What kind of sexual transgression?”
Shit.
“Don’t you have a photo shoot you should be setting up for?” I knew that answer was yes, so I wasn’t surprised when he sighed and started muttering.
“Fuck.” Turning to Kenton, he seemed to magically shift back to his god persona. “You, peasant.”
That got more giggles from Kenton, but I’d have just flipped the crazy man off.
I was too cute to be a peasant.
“Yes, great crazy one?” More bowing from Kenton had Roman groaning and heading back up the stairs, unwilling to deal with the insanity when it reached a certain level.
“Your task is to interrogate the sneaky disciple and discover his erotic secrets. Then report to me for your reward.” Giving an imperial nod as Kenton giggled again, slightly wide eyed this time, Eli turned dramatically, making the sheer robe he was wearing swirl around him as he headed upstairs looking like a mostly naked princess.
He was…he was very Eli at the moment.
As the drama queen went up to get the shoot ready, Kenton stepped closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Don’t tell me. I’m not sure I want a reward.”
That was probably the safest decision.
“Good choice.” But since he’d tried to throw me to the wolves, I couldn’t make it too easy on him. “But I’m going to the gym with Daddy and Cohen and they picked out something sexy for me to wear. That was what I was imagining.”
Kenton groaned and the desperate sound was another Eli magnet because the insane man called down the stairs. “Peasant, come.”
Sighing, Kenton looked between the stairs and off in the direction of the front door like he was trying to decide if he could make a run for it. “Fuck. I have to go to the stupid shoot.”
Laughing, I skipped toward the front of the building. “Have fun.”
I’d regret doing it tomorrow, because Kenton couldn’t keep a secret from Eli to save his life, much less mine. But for now, it was funny and a wonderful distraction.
It kept me giggling almost all the way home, but as I pulled in front of Cohen’s house, I remembered the plan.
The gym.
Now, I liked the gym for a variety of reasons, but aside from occasionally appreciating the scenery, the idea of going never turned me on.
“No one is going to know.” I took a deep breath as I parked beside Bishop’s car and headed inside, still whispering to myself. “That’s why I’m changing here and the rules we set up said it couldn’t be seen under my clothes.”
We’d negotiated everything thoroughly and they even knew which hospital to take me to if something crazy happened. I wasn’t going to end up at one of the fancy hospitals where they’d see the panties and I’d end up on the fucking news.
I was going to the slightly interesting one near Leashes & Lace because they were used to our shenanigans and didn’t care what we showed up in.