Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Abby held her own hair so as not to let it fall into the sticky mess and hesitantly took one lick of the sperm. “Swallow it,” he commanded. She grimaced, but complied.
He continued to stroke her hair. “You were a very good girl, pet. But if you want to be an excellent pet, you’ll finish up the rest. And excellent pets get rewarded for their good behavior.” She considered this at length. “It’ll go down easier if it’s still warm, pet,” he informed her. “And like I said, I have something special for you if you do.”
Abby took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reluctantly cleaned off his belly with her tongue. “Very good,” he crooned. “Now, open your mouth and show me.”
Abby opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He nodded then pulled her up against him and held her. “You’re doing great, Abby,” he whispered into her ear. “So much better than I hoped.”
She relaxed a little and then he patted her shoulder. He got up, pulled on his jeans and went to the closet. He pulled out the fluffy white bathrobe and handed it to her. She put it on and he removed the collar from her neck. He sat her on the bed and removed the ankle cuffs, placing them all into the dresser against the wall.
He led her out of the bedroom. They made their way down the hall and into the living room. He led her around the corner and turned on the lights in the formal dining room. At the head of the table was a silver cake stand with the lid on top. He pulled out the chair and gently directed her to sit in it. When she was settled, he lifted the lid, revealing a small chocolate cake with fresh raspberries on top.
She smiled. “But I can’t eat it,” she told him.
He rested his hands on her shoulders. “Actually, you can. It’s dark chocolate and a whole lot of vanilla substituted for sugar. I told you you don’t have to eat crap from cardboard boxes. If you can put together an engine, you can put together a recipe.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “I like cooking for you, pet. If you don’t have time to learn, I can at least feed you properly while you’re here.”
He handed her the fork and poured her a glass of red wine from the sideboard and set it down in front of her. “Here,” he told her. “We’re done playing for tonight.” Abby picked up the fork and took a tiny bite of the cake. She closed her eyes and moaned. Tex thought it was a damn good thing he’d already gotten off or she’d be bent over the table right about now.
He was in the kitchen doing the dishes when she appeared several minutes later, carrying the stand and the empty wine glass. “I can’t eat anymore,” she announced.
“Did you like it?”
She leaned against the counter and rolled her eyes heavenward. “I loved it.”
He grinned. “Turns out vanilla goes really well with dark chocolate,” he teased. She swatted his arm.
He pulled her overnight bag out of the closet and let her have the bathroom. As he pulled up the waistband of the shorts he usually slept in, she appeared in a black silk nightgown that hung mid-thigh. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Hmm,” he said, eyeing her body. “Maybe we’re not done playing.”
He was only teasing, though, instead he picked up a DVD off the top of the dresser. “I rented this,” he told her.
She laughed when she saw it. “It’s not as good as Chinatown, but as far as sequels go, it’s still pretty good.”
“Well, I’m glad I actually got to watch the first one,” he said as he put it into the player. “After having to subdue a ravenous little sex kitten.”
“I have no recollection of those events, Senator,” Abby declared, climbing into his bed.
He grinned at her and slipped in beside her. “Really?” he asked. “Want me to get your toothbrush and refresh your memory?”
“No!” she squeaked then cleared her throat. “Um. Nope. Let’s just watch the movie.”
She didn’t make it through the whole movie, though. A little more than halfway through she’d fallen asleep curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. Tex fingered the tiny strap of her nightgown. He’d brought vanilla women home from Maria’s a fair amount and though he didn’t mind having a woman sleeping in his bed, he had to admit he’d never watched a movie with one. As he watched her sleep, he had all kinds of thoughts he really shouldn’t be having. “You are a dangerous little pet,” he whispered. He settled back against the pillow to finish the movie.
In the morning, he woke before she did and slipped into the bathroom. When he was finished showering, he threw on a pair of jeans and decided to wake her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She made a soft noise in her throat as she roused and slid her arms around his neck.