Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Some dreamed of becoming an owned slave or some even dared to dream about being an owned wife because of the hope that it’d be somehow better. No, you’d never be fully free and your Master or your husband could be the Devil incarnate, but it was life outside of Kruna and the hope ingrained in unknown possibilities…that was everything. That was what gave me my single-minded focus to keep going from A to B and then A to B again and again. The quest for Point C. Sex could get me there, so I developed a sex drive because it was my only hope. Sex was what enslaved me, but it was also what could get me out of there. Being a good slave. Getting wet on command. It helped me.
Dario Ferrano taking me off the resort was Point C and I couldn’t help it, when we built a sandcastle and when he swam in the ocean with me on his back, and when he refused to let Cleo be alone with me before we left, hope kind of crept in. It crept in enough that I wanted my Master to be pleased with me, pleased enough to never make me go back.
Cleo hated me. She wanted me off that list. She was constantly trying to trip me up and that was at least partly because one of the VIP patrons, Joseph, had taken a liking to me and had her reprimanded for her treatment of me one night. The VIP owned a girl that came from Kruna and still visited a few times a year and brought her with him and would request group play. The girl he owned was a favorite of Cleo, someone she’d been buddies with.
Cleo had previously been a regular slave and had been promoted to handler when she started to look older because of her dominating personality. If she’d been naturally submissive, she might’ve ended up on staff in the kitchen, in housekeeping, etc.
The VIP’s girl was jealous of me the first night I was with them because her Master was very enamored with me and as she was Cleo’s bestie from the days before Cleo was promoted, my guess was that she must’ve gotten into Cleo’s ear about it and that was the start of Cleo’s hatred for me. It seemed to progressively intensify from there, especially after Cleo had to endure a correction as a trainer, which was a huge blow to her ego.
But now I was here, away from Cleo and Rafe and Mr. Chen and all of the others, and my Master was telling me I wasn’t his slave, that I was eventually going to have freedom again. But that was sort of impossible to comprehend. I’d never, ever expected freedom again, never even dared to hope it was in the cards for me.
I couldn’t wrap my brain around that right now. I just couldn’t.
Right now, all I could think about, was how bad I wanted him to take me, throw me down, and screw the ever-loving life out of me. I was seriously whacked in the head.
She needed to stop looking at me like that. When she forgot to hide her emotions, she had a very expressive face and it was speaking loud and clear to me right now. She was having some sort of hero worship side-effect or some shit like that and it needed to damn well stop. I was not taking advantage of what those scumbags had done to her for my own carnal satisfaction. No way.
I turned the tap off. “There’s probably some ointment in my medicine cabinet. Let’s go look.”
She followed me into the bedroom and then the master bath and I regretted that because being in there with her … the sexual tension was real. There was a tube of first aid cream in my medicine cabinet. Sarah kept that stocked, too. I smeared some on the back of her hand and examined the burn. It didn’t look too bad; she probably wouldn’t blister. Our eyes met again. Okay, I had to make this stop.
Letting it go there was not an option. I wasn’t taking advantage of this girl. I wasn’t ever gonna be a choir boy, but I also didn’t want to abandon my new motto of Man Whore No More. To take advantage of her in her current state of mind was lower than man whore. It was scumbaggery.
I heard my cell text alert go off, so it broke the tension and I headed to grab it, saying, “Put that ointment on your legs or stomach if you’re burnt there, too.”
It was Zack and he’d pulled in to the underground. I replied to tell him I’d be down in two minutes. I cleared the broken cup and spilled coffee from the kitchen floor and then poured a new coffee and brought it into my bedroom. Felicia was still in the bathroom. I called her name and she peeked out from the opened door.