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)
“Yes.” That wasn’t the most descriptive answer, though, so I continued. “They know you’re from Leashes & Lace. They know you’re going to be doing a variety of modeling for the new line. They know we’re now seeing each other and boyfriends. They also probably highly suspect you’re my sub.”
“But you didn’t come out and say it?” There was no censure in his voice, but I hugged him tighter just in case.
“No, I’ve talked about BDSM with a few friends and I’ve never overtly hidden my interests when the topic came up, but it’s not something I volunteered. There’ve been enough conversations over time, though, that I’d be surprised if anyone thought we were vanilla.” There was no way anyone was that dense.
The thought of anyone assuming we were on the more conventional side of things had Emerson giggling. But as he settled down again, his fingers inched over to my chest and his tone got softer. “And they don’t mind?”
I wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking, so I did my best.
“Some probably don’t understand it. Somehow I ended up with a few very…let’s call them non-dynamic employees and friends. But they’ve never said anything judgmental and everyone is happy I found someone special.” Kissing his head as he made another happy sound, I managed not to groan as he rubbed his body over my still hard and very trapped dick.
“Everyone?” His teasing tone had me sighing.
“Okay, Angelique probably wishes…well, let's just say she’s not a happy person in general.” We’d gotten distracted from the topic of my receptionist before, so I knew I should explain before we wandered toward another subject again. “Um, she’s the niece of the man who connected me to the Met stuff a few years ago and that’s when we exploded into the big time.”
My dry tone had him giggling. “Poor Owner, he has to deal with crazy people on a regular basis now.”
Yep.
“So when he asked if I could give her a job and help her find her way, I thought that meant she wanted to be in fashion.” That was not the case. “She just wanted to continue her party lifestyle and unfortunately everyone around her said she had to have a job if she wanted to continue dipping into the family coffers.”
“Ohhh.” Emerson sighed, feeling sorry for his Owner. “And you’re too nice to tell them she’s a psycho bitch.”
Basically.
“But she’s been saying for several months now that she’s thinking about moving to New York or California.” I said prayers for it every night. “And I made her sign a nondisclosure agreement before she started working here. It’s ironclad and her family would be beyond pissed if she broke it. So our privacy is safe.”
I was too trusting, but I wasn’t stupid with my business.
“That’s good.” Emerson mumbled something soft about Eli and I think my neighbors who owned the autobody shop next door, but I missed it in the kisses he started trailing up my neck and the way he was circling his body over my dick. “But now it’s time to be naughty.”
There didn’t seem to be any input on my part needed as he rubbed his body against mine, nibbling on my neck and making happy sounds. “Owners and dolls have to take care of each other. I belong to you, so we have to remember that and make sure that you use your doll enough.”
Emerson’s enthusiasm for being a well-used doll was obvious and made it clear I wasn’t supposed to do anything but say thank you.
“Owners should use their dolls very thoroughly.” Emerson moaned as my hands dipped down and squeezed his ass as it peeked out from under the nightgown. “Yes, just like that.”
How was he already hard?
“God, pretty one. How are you…” Fuck. He had to stop nibbling on me if he wanted my brain to work. “How…”
His teeth did more wonderful things to me, cutting off my words and making me moan. The sexy giggle that escaped said he was thoroughly enjoying driving me crazy. “It’s genetic. Something about extra circulation or a blood vessel. I don’t remember what my dad said. It was part of that birds and bees and don’t sleep with the neighbors talk.”
Thank God for medical miracles…but where the fuck had he grown up?
I was definitely going to ask that later.
Much later.
For the time being, the way he was inching down my body said we needed my brains focused on other matters. “Pretty one, what do you want tonight?”
The way he was now kneeling between my legs and nuzzling my dick through my clothes had me imagining a sexual answer to that question, but Emerson was unique. “Something simple. Maybe another tea party with sandwiches? Eli thought that was a wonderful idea.”
Then yes, we needed another party to drive Roman nuts…but that hadn’t been what I meant.