Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Good morning, Bolton,” I say after licking my lips. He’s staring at my lips.
“Hungry?” he asks, his voice thicker than I’ve ever heard it before. Is that what desire sounds like?
“Starving.”
“Excellent. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering your breakfast. Two over easy eggs, two slices of lightly buttered rye toast, and an order of bacon. Does that sound good?” he asks. His little half-smirk has me clenching my thighs under the table. Thank God, it’s a solid table.
“Yes. Thank you, Bolton. These are my favorites,” I say.
“I know, Sassy. I know everything about you.”
“You do?” I ask, shaking out my napkin and lying in my lap.
“Of course I do. Eat,” he commands, and just like the Labradoodles he loves so much, I obey. I know all about him too. How could I not? I have CIA-level stalking abilities. I moan when the egg hits my tongue. I haven’t eaten since dinner the night before last. I was way too frazzled to eat yesterday.
“Would you like to tell me about last night?”
“I would. I’m so sorry that I came to you…” I begin, but he holds up his stopping me.
“You don’t have to be sorry that you came to me. In fact, I want you to come to me any time you feel the least bit upset. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir?” I ask, not sure what he wants from me. He closes his eyes and makes a small groaning noise.
“Tell me you understand.”
“Oh, sorry. I will come to you anytime I’m upset.”
“Stop apologizing for everything. You don’t have to be sorry all the time.”
“Sorry…” I begin but stop when he makes an exasperated face. “I am sorry though. I’m just used to apologizing to my family for my little… episodes.”
“You don’t have to apologize to me for anything, Taui. I think it’s time I tell you what you can expect from me now. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I say, nodding and returning to my food.
“I want to own you,” he says, and I drop my fork.
“Oh!” I exclaim, excitement unfurling deep within me. I am almost positive my womb just quickened. I didn’t know that was a real thing. I’m just so used to reading about it in Cheryl’s books, but I have never experienced it.
“That’s not all, Sassy. I need to control you. Everything about you. What you wear, what you eat, when you go to sleep, what you watch, and when you watch it. What you read. When you receive pleasure. When I say everything, I do mean everything.
“Pleasure?” I ask, swallowing thickly. I want whatever pleasure he wants to give me.
“Yes. Everything that has to do with you. Can you do that? Can you let me take control of your mind and your body? Can you let go and let me in?”
I sit there at the cutest breakfast table anyone has ever laid out for me and stare at the man. Is he in my head? In my dreams? I have wanted nothing more than this from him since I freaking met him. Can I let him? Can I let him?
“I have questions,” I hedge instead of jumping up and down shouting, “yes, master.”
“I would expect nothing less, Sassy. Ask your questions.”
I think about it for a few minutes and continue to eat so that I have something to occupy the silence. He just sips his coffee and stares at me. I eat my last piece of bacon and wipe my hands and mouth on the napkin before setting it across my plate.
“Am I the only one?” I ask. It’s the one question that’s burning a hole in my brain right now.
“Currently? Yes. From this moment forward, yes. Forever Sassy. I want this with you forever.”
“So there have been others?” I ask, feeling jealous of ghosts of bitches past, and I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. Did he love any of them? That somehow makes it worse. But of course, there have been other women in his life. He’s not only older than me, but of course, he’s more experienced than I am. He’s lived a full life while I’ve been too freaking scared to start mine.
“Yes. I’ll never lie to you. Long in the past, and those were nothing like this. I feel for you very differently than those I practiced with. And that’s all it was, practice. I’ve been waiting for you, Sassy. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.”
“Me?” I ask incredulously.
“Yes, you. Only you. You need me, Sassy, and I sure as shit need you.” The simple sentence makes me feel powerful. I, Sassy Beatrix Lahey, feel powerful for the first time in my pathetic existence.
“Any more questions?” he asks expectantly. I smile and nod.
Am I really going to get forever with this man?
CHAPTER 4
BOLTON
Shifting in the chair to ease my aching cock, I sit back in the chair and enjoy the view. My woman is sitting in the chair, wearing the clothes I picked out, eating the food I prepared. The only thing missing is having her in my home and bed.