Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She took her empty mug to the kitchen and then tiptoed into the bedroom. Master Damon was lying on his back now, his arms at his sides. His dark hair flopped appealingly over his forehead, covering one eye. His lips were parted, his breathing deep and even. She stood a moment admiring the curve of his biceps and the dark, curling chest hair along his sternum, unmarred by any scars that she could see. The image of his back was still fresh in her mind.
What happened to you, you poor darling?
Refocusing on her mission, she reached into the side pocket of her duffel and fished out her phone, along with its charger. She made a mental note to unpack and put away their things later.
Returning to the living room, she unlocked her phone. It was down to fifty-three percent. She made a mental note to charge it, but there was enough juice for now. There were three unread messages, one from her friend Kayla back in Charlotte, one from Jaime and one from an unknown number.
She clicked on Kayla’s message first.
Hey, girlfriend! What’s happening? You were supposed to text me after the auction thing! Has Prince Dominant arrived to sweep you off your feet?
Chuckling while also feeling guilty for forgetting to keep her best scene friend in the loop, Ellen dashed off a quick text about the auction, and how she’d been placed with Master Damon. Kayla wouldn’t get it for some hours since the sun was only now peaking over the mountain tops, but at least she’d see it when she woke. She thumbed another few lines for good measure.
I don’t know if he’s Prince Dominant, at least regarding any happily ever after, but he’s super intense and sexy. We’re staying in a cabin right on Enclave property. I’ll update you more when I can.
She attached Damon’s swoon-worthy profile photo to the text, grinning as she thought about Kayla’s reaction when she eventually saw it.
Next, she opened Jaime’s text.
Not sure when/if you’ll see this. Just checking in to make sure everything’s good?
Ellen smiled, touched that Jaime had thought to text her. While she hadn’t had a chance during her brief tenure at The Enclave to really get to know Jaime, she felt like they could definitely be friends.
She briefly considered pouring out all her excitement, anxiety, desires and fears. But she decided to keep it simple. Master Damon and she hadn’t even spent a full day together yet. It was still early days—too soon to draw conclusions.
Thanks for checking in! Everything going well so far. Master Damon has given me permission to use my cell during down time. I’m so grateful for this opportunity, Jaime. Please thank the Masters again for me. Hugs.
Finally, she clicked on the last message—probably just spam. Her eyes widened as she read, her heart leaping into her throat.
Good morning, slave. If you are reading this, the odds are good that I’m still asleep. If it’s after seven, you have permission to wake me. You are to crouch between my legs and bring me to erection. Then you will suck my cock until I come down your throat.
As if on cue, she heard a sound coming from the bedroom—the masculine groan that accompanies stretching. Dropping the phone, she hurried toward the bedroom, heart racing.
Master Damon was still on his back in the bed, one arm now flung over his face. The sheets were pushed aside, revealing him in all his naked splendor. Ellen couldn’t help but grin. There would be no need to bring him to erection—his cock was standing straight up from his groin, the invitation clear.
Hurrying over, she climbed onto the bed and maneuvered herself between his legs, her movements made awkward by the cuffs still binding her wrists together. It was a little challenging to get his large shaft into her mouth without the use of her hands, but eventually she managed it.
She inhaled the clean, slightly salty aroma of his musk as she slid her lips down his shaft. She lowered her head slowly, taking him as far as she could manage without gagging. Once her throat muscles relaxed sufficiently, she took him in deeper, not stopping until her nose touched the soft nest of his pubic hair.
He moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. He held her in place for several long seconds. Ellen reveled in his total control, her nipples tingling, her sex throbbing. When his grip eased enough to allow her to move, she again lifted and lowered her head, licking along his shaft as she did so.
She settled into a rhythm, enjoying the hard, silky feel of his cock sliding in and out of her throat. After only a minute or two, his fingers again entwined in her hair. His breath had quickened to a pant, his hips arching up as he impaled her on his shaft.