Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He couldn’t respect me too long, right?
“You’re welcome.” Owner gave me a soft kiss, stroking my cheek before pulling me back so I was all cuddly again. “Now, I want to get to know the sweet sub in my arms, so tell me something about yourself. Anything you want to share.”
Anything?
Hmm, questions would be more fun, and I could tell him the questions were something about me just in case he was going to be a stickler about his doll following directions.
“Do you think I could be Belle but after The Beast has ravaged me and even spanked me?” Just thinking about it made me shiver.
“I was very naughty, you know, and broke into his castle. That’s terribly rude.” I shrugged and looked very cute as Owner coughed. “Maybe The Beast should flog me?”
That seemed like something he would do.
“Hmm, would he let the castle servants watch my punishment? He seems very stern and he knows how much that would embarrass me. I’m very innocent, you know.” Belle just had impulse control problems, but his flogger would probably help that.
“The Beast might tie me up too.” I was so helpful Owner groaned and his cock got stiff under my bottom.
He obviously liked a hard-working doll.
“You have a lot of good ideas.” His deep breath said I had so many good ideas he didn’t know where to start. “That might not be right for this line, but we could have a private shoot sometime.”
Sometime meant after he was done going slow.
“Next week?” I popped up excitedly and completely ignored the sometime word. “When do you usually work, Owner? I don’t think we talked about that. It can’t be all the time, though, because you have to take care of me.”
I had to make sure he remembered that part.
Dolls were high maintenance.
Owner’s gruff look shifted into a smile as he shook his head again. “Yes, I have to take care of my doll. But how should I do that if I have to work?”
“Hmm, you could make me come and wear me out and tuck me in on the couch.” I looked around, nodding. “This is very comfy-looking and I bet it would be soft on my spanked bottom.”
Owner had a slightly wide-eyed look, so I kissed his cheek. “That way I’ll be very patient and you’d have taken very good care of me. Then when you were done, we could have another tea party or you could dress me up again.”
Because then there would be a very good chance that I’d get to come again.
Owner was going to be so impressed with how many times I could come in one day. No matter how many times he wanted me to get hard, I’d be able to make him happy.
It was magic.
That was more fun than saying genetics.
“And while I wait, I’ve got lots of wonderful books on my kindle, so I’ll read about other dolls and naughty pups and subs who need lots of spankings.” There was so much good literature these days.
Owner raised one eyebrow, looking very sexy and like he was thinking of spanking me.
Yay.
“Yes, it sounds like you could keep yourself busy while I worked.” He looked like the perfect Owner, stern and controlling, but I could see the laughter in his eyes. “I’m glad that I have such an industrious sub.”
“I’m a lot of things, Owner.” Giving him another kiss, this time on his lips, I looked wonderfully sweet. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”
So much fun he’d forget frustrating words like patient and slow.
Chapter 10
Luca
“What the fuck have you been doing?” Roman’s demanding tone coming through the phone had me rolling my eyes as I stepped away from the table.
Sometimes he just made me too homicidal to trust myself around sharp scissors.
“I don’t have time to find tea party Doms for every fucking sub in this place.” The words made sense individually, but somehow when he tossed them all together in that tone, it was Greek. “I don’t appreciate this kind of pressure, and don’t get me fucking started on Beauty and the Beast.”
What the fuck was he on?
“Are you sober?” What time was it?
Fuck.
What day was it?
Fuck it all…I had my phone in my hand.
Before I could look down at it, Roman let out a frustrated growl that said he was already running out of patience…and probably sanity. “Yes, I’m sober. It’s nine in the fucking morning.”
Well, that answered one question.
When had I gone to bed?
Fuck. “What day is it? Like the day of the week.”
Didn’t I have a date with Emerson…tonight? Soon?
“Are you drunk?” His exasperated tone made me want to laugh, but I settled for rolling my eyes.
“No, some of us actually work for a living. I got an idea last night and I’ve been working.” For too long by the sound of it. What time had I gotten up? Had I gone to bed? There were downsides to working so close to where I lived.