Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“No, of course not—our bond isn’t strong enough for that yet. But I don’t have to read your mind—I can see it on your face. The minute you say anything sassy, you look at me like you think I’ll hurt you.”
“Sassy?” I couldn’t help grinning. “That’s your word for me?” It sounded really funny in that almost-British accent of his.
He frowned.
“Is your translation virus not working? It is a word in my language that means slightly rude or defiant, but in a saucy, playful way.”
“No…no, that’s pretty much what ‘sassy’ means in English too,” I admitted, but I was still grinning. “Look, if you can trust me not to cut my leash again, I guess I can try to trust you not to blast me with your mind.”
“You have no idea how many years I have practiced self discipline to avoid using my abilities in a thoughtless, impulsive manner,” Sire said earnestly. “I was drilled in it daily as a child—my father who was Overlord before me, constantly reminded me that I must never, ever lash out in anger.”
“With great power comes great responsibility,” I said gravely.
“Yes! Exactly!” Sir nodded eagerly. “I see you understand—that’s a very profound thought, little one.”
“Er, well I can’t exactly take credit for it,” I said, feeling guilty.
“It must have been some other great philosopher on your world who came up with it, then?” Sir asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Um, you could say that, I guess,” I said, trying not to giggle. But seriously, I could see how he would have to control himself so strictly. Having that immense mental power would be like walking around with a loaded gun in your pocket all the time. He must have been really angry to break his own rules and use his mind to lash out at Shadrack the way he had.
I thought again of how he had crumpled the metal gate into a ball and lifted the huge Pet Finder by the throat without even touching him…and shivered.
“Are you feeling afraid of me again, little one?” Sir’s deep voice sounded almost wistful.
Damn, I was going to have to work on my facial expressions—the man could read me like a book! Or maybe it was just that Sir was focused on me in a way that no one else—even Don, my fiancé—had ever been.
“I was just…” I cleared my throat. “Just thinking of how you, er, lifted that asshole, Shadrack by his throat without even touching him.”
Sir’s lips thinned.
“I was very angry—enraged, actually—when I saw that he had hurt you. I never would have let myself go in any other situation. I swear it.”
“I believe you,” I said quickly. “And…I’m glad you came for me. I wouldn’t have wanted to end up at the Pet Auction. Er, how did you find me, anyway?”
He shrugged.
“I simply followed my own scent and yours, mingled together. It was easy enough, considering how well my candalla had marked you.”
“Oh…” I looked at his tail, which was still waving at me. “Er, thank you, I guess.”
The tail nodded its metal capped tip at me as though to say, “You’re welcome.”
“Well,” Sir remarked. “Enough talk—let’s get you clean.”
He held out his hand and got some of the liquid soap stuff—though it certainly didn’t dry my skin like soap. In fact, after he used it on me, my skin felt extremely dewy and moisturized.
Sir was thorough washing me—more than thorough. It seemed like he wanted to touch every inch of me—like he was claiming me as his all over again. He spent a long time stroking my breasts and pinching my nipples and I bit back a moan and shivered as he washed inside me, his long fingers exploring my inner folds and sliding deep into my pussy.
But again, just as I was feeling close to the edge, he withdrew.
“Sir!” I couldn’t help moaning. “God, I was really close.”
He frowned.
“Close to coming, do you mean, little one?”
“I think so. I…I’ve never had an actual, er, orgasm before,” I admitted, feeling slightly ashamed. “But every time you, uh, touch me like that, it feels like I’m going to come. And then you just stop. It’s driving me crazy!”
“Hmmm…” Sir looked at me thoughtfully.
“This is your cue to touch me some more and make me come, like a good Master, isn’t it?” I demanded rather crossly. I was getting tired of being teased over and over and not being able to reach the elusive peak of pleasure.
“Most certainly not, little one.” Sir frowned at me. “If you’ve never had an orgasm before, then your first one ought to be special. Also, you haven’t done anything to earn it.”
“Earn it?” I exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s part of your training,” Sir said.
“Having an orgasm is part of my training?” I said. “But…but I thought you weren’t training me as a, uh Sex Pet.”