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)
When he left the suite, he put the ‘Do not Disturb’ sign on the doorknob so housekeeping wouldn’t come. I made the bed and tidied up. I worried that someone would come and tell me it was all a mistake, that he really wasn’t taking me with him, that he’d changed his mind. I was worried I’d messed up and that someone would come, haul me off, and punish me for not representing Kruna well enough.
I’d been trained, had it drilled into me to please the patrons and I’d been trained that if I was ever lucky enough to be purchased by someone who wanted to be my Master that I’d have to be absolutely perfect in order to please him. Failure was not an option. I was considered an exemplary slave. So why was I doing so badly at this? I was like a fish out of water right now, all but flopping around on the carpet.
He was gone for a few hours, and no one bothered me. He’d left the television on and after a while, I’d gotten comfortable on the bed. It had been just about two years since I had a room to myself with a television in it. I didn’t even have the nerve to change the channel. I simply sat and watched the news for the whole time he was gone, mesmerized by the ability to watch news, to see what was going on outside the confines of the resort.
When the door to the room opened, I scampered to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling like lounging had been wrong.
He frowned at me and shook his head and then sat. He looked pissed. “Did someone come and harass you?”
“No, Master.”
“Good. Right, well we have a few hours until we need to dress for dinner. Are you hungry? Want lunch?”
I was still stuffed from breakfast. I swear that the bacon melted in my mouth like manna from heaven.
“I’m not hungry, Master. But if you are, I’d be happy to order something for you or to accompany you to one of the dining rooms.”
He rolled his eyes. “No, I’m good. But I need out of this…this…” He searched for a word, “building for a bit.”
I resisted the urge to sigh. I really had hoped he’d just keep me here until it was time to leave. It felt like if I left this room that things could go wrong.
“Come.” He took my hand and led me out to the balcony.
He shut the doors and got close to my ear, making my whole body prickle with sensation. “We have a game to play tonight,” he whispered.
My nipples tingled at the proximity, at his breath on my throat, at those words.
“I don’t wanna, but fucking scumbags,” he said really softly, so softly I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly. I frowned.
I looked up at him and nodded, not sure what he meant but wanting him to be pleased with me.
He gave me a small, sad smile and put his hand on my face again. God, when he did that it gave me shivers.
“So, we’re taking a walk, I take it?” He smiled at me and then lifted a lock of my hair and examined it.
“Much better wild,” he added.
I smiled, sort of surprised. “I wore both. So, whatever pleases you, Master.”
“I’ll change. We’ll do both.”
I was glad he wanted to walk rather than take me to a public area here. I was also glad for the physical contact. It helped me put things into context. Him telling me he was pleased, touching me, it helped me be who I needed to be. It’d be nice to again get as far away from the building as possible. Our walk last night was the farthest I’d been from the building since arriving here. And if I didn’t screw it up before tomorrow, I’d be on a plane. A plane away from here. My heart wanted to leap with joy and hope. It didn’t. It knew better.
He stepped back inside and I followed. I watched him grab a few articles of clothing from the closet and head to the bathroom. A few minutes later he emerged in a pair of navy-blue board shorts and a tan tank top, wearing brown leather thong flip flops. He looked gorgeous. I could practically count his abs, which I already knew from earlier were an eight-pack, through his tight shirt. His arms were cut, chiseled, inkless, beautiful. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his bag in the closet and took my hand and we were off. His hand was warm, strong. I felt twinges in my nipples.
When we were as far away from the buildings as we could get before hitting the fence line, he sat on the sand just near the shore, put his feet in the water, and patted beside himself. I sat.