Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
The cleaners have been in, and the bed is freshly made, the floors mopped, the bathroom immaculate. I smile to myself. Now all I need is her.
Am I getting my hopes up too soon, though? I’ve convinced myself she’s the girl I’ve always known, but I don’t know that to be true. Is she the same girl I met and fell in love with all those years ago, or does she carry with her the scars of her past that will hold her back from me?
And does it matter?
I’m not the same man she knew back then. I’ve learned better self-control. I know more about who I am, what I need, and what I have to offer others.
I don’t wear the collar anymore. And I no longer pretend to be pious.
My job is to prove to her that my devotion hasn’t waned, that I’ve grown into maturity, and without the trappings of the vows I made, I’m a man she can trust. I’ll take care of her, protect her, and give her what she needs. Learn what her secrets are and cherish them. Learn what her fears are and slay them. Fill in the holes between when we split up and where we are now until I’ve mended the torn parts of our relationship and sewn us back together. I’ll make it my mission to get to know every bit of her so that I can do what I’ve always been meant to do.
Love her.
I leave my private room and head to the dungeon. Members have begun to trickle in, now that the sun has set, people are leaving their jobs, dinnertime is over. A few sit by the bar and I scan them over, but everyone’s familiar. Nothing unusual.
Chandra’s due any minute.
Now, it’s time to play.
As I walk to the bar I ask myself, who was the guilty party? It couldn’t have been accidental. Someone covered the camera for a reason, and I want to know what those reasons were. I glance at the clock on the wall. She’s supposed to be here at seven. She has eight minutes.
I check the snacks we have at the bar, refill the napkin dispenser, and when Travis shows up, we chat about what happened. We’re discreet, though, and don’t want to be overheard, so he just nods and says, “I’m on it.”
I believe him. He’s got the natural protective instincts of a dominant every bit as much as I do.
Travis pulls me a beer, and I sit at the bar stool sipping it. Finally, the time has passed. She’s due in one minute. I’ll wait in the lobby for when she arrives. I push my empty beer stein to Travis and head to the lobby, my palms sweaty and stomach in knots like I’m a freshman about to go on his first date, and nearly crash into Braxton in the doorway. Chloe’s standing next to him, her dark hair pulled back, dressed in a short, tight black play dress.
“Watch where you’re going,” Braxton says, playfully punching my arm. “Father.”
I growl at him. “Don’t. Don’t go there, Braxton.”
I push past, so I can get to the lobby. But he’s our resident wiseass, and he doesn’t shut up.
“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned,” he says, with mock repentance. “I gave my girl a righteous spanking for mouthing off to me, which led to much bigger and better things, but she was late for work and I made her call in sick. I made her lie, father.” Chloe stands behind him, snickering.
I want to deck the smug grin right off his face. He’s a good friend, and I know he’s just joking, but this isn’t something I want to kid about.
“Shut it, Brax.”
Bowing his head and folding his hands in a prayerful position, he murmurs, “Just give me my penance and I will leave you, father.”
The knuckles on my hand tingle, and I make a fist. I won’t rise to the bait, though. Instead, I refuse to even smirk and choose to ignore him. Chloe stands in the doorway, trying not to laugh, but I quickly forget my own anger when Chandra walks in the room.
She’s holding a little bag that hopefully holds a change of clothes, but the bag is larger than her entire skimpy little outfit. The cherry red top looks like it was tattooed on her, dipping low in the front and revealing full, gorgeous cleavage. The hem comes above her navel, revealing a perfect torso with a gleaming gem of a belly button ring at the center. How’d I miss that before? Maybe she didn’t have it in. I want to run my tongue down her belly and make her shiver, then punish her for marring her perfect skin.
Flimsy, glittery black material covers her hips in what’s—I don’t know, a skirt? Pair of shorts? They’re so tight and short I can’t tell.