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)
He took his time in the shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water cascading over his body. He contemplated shaving but decided not to bother. He was on vacation, after all. And what a vacation it was turning out to be.
When he eventually came out of the bathroom, the bedroom was spotless, the bed neatly made. The enticing aromas of fresh coffee and frying bacon made his mouth water and his stomach gurgle. His phone sat by the lamp on the nightstand, plugged into his charger. Unable to resist checking, he picked up the phone and tapped the screen.
There was a message but, happily, it wasn’t from Jake. Instead, it was from Anthony Gerace and had apparently come in while he was showering.
Good morning. I trust you have found the cabin to your liking? I do hope our Ellen is meeting your expectations.
He thumbed back a quick response.
The cabin is awesome. Everything is perfect. And, yes, Ellen is definitely meeting my expectations. She is obedient and responsive. I’ve never worked with such a highly trained slave girl before. I look forward to testing her limits. Thank you again for this amazing opportunity.
He waited a moment in case Anthony replied. When nothing came through, he set the phone back on the charger. When he came into the living room, he could see Ellen over the counter that separated the small kitchen from the rest of the room. Her back was to him as she stood in front of the stove.
There was already a fire going in the grate. From the looks of it, she’d started it a while ago, embers glowing in the ash. He added another log, using the poker to help it catch. His laptop was on the couch where he’d left it the day before. He briefly considered checking his mail but dismissed the idea. Jake would text him if there was anything urgent.
Instead, he went to the table and pulled out a chair. Ellen turned at the sound. “Everything’s almost ready, Sir,” she said. “May I bring your coffee?”
“That would be good,” he agreed.
She brought him a mug and then returned to the kitchen. Damon sighed with pleasure as he sipped the strong, hot brew, perfectly sweetened. A few moments later, Ellen emerged carrying a large tray.
She set down two plates piled with eggs, bacon and buttery toast. She took the tray to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a second mug of coffee. The welts on her breasts were still visible, though already fading. He’d been careful not to strike them too hard, mindful of delicate breast tissue.
Her nicely padded ass was another story. He’d given her a mark that would last a while. As if to make his point, she winced as she slid into the seat opposite his, no doubt still feeling the sting.
Her face smoothed as she asked, “Is the food to your liking, Sir?”
“It’s delicious,” he replied, forking up another mouthful of buttery eggs. “Just the way I like it.”
“I’m glad, Sir.”
He watched with some amusement as she tucked into her food like a starving person. “I like a woman with a good appetite,” he commented. “Though I have no idea where you put it.”
“Unfortunately, it’s directly deposited into the hip and booty savings account,” she said with an impish grin.
He smiled in spite of himself, both surprised and charmed at this glimpse of humor. It occurred to him they really didn’t know each other at all. Which was all to the good. It would make it that much simpler to walk away.
“You have a lovely body,” he said sincerely.
Ellen ducked her head, her smile suddenly shy. “Thank you, Sir.”
At the end of the meal, Damon pushed back his chair with a contented sigh. “That was delicious. After you clean up, report to me in the playroom.”
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When Ellen entered the playroom, Master Damon looked up with a smile. He had dressed in a red T-shirt over black silk drawstring pants. Not for the first time, she noticed the asymmetrical tilt of his smile, a subtle imbalance no doubt caused by his scar.
What happened to you? she wanted to ask, flashing back to the myriad angry scars on his back. Would he tell her? There was only one way to find out, though now obviously wasn’t the time.
Would there ever be a right time?
She was distracted from her thoughts by the array of sex toys he’d set up on one of the leg rests of the spanking bench, along with a large tube of lubricant, an empty plastic bin and a bottle of water. There was a vibrating wand, a penis-shaped dildo, a medium-sized anal plug, a remote-controlled egg and a rabbit vibrator. They all looked brand new.
She relaxed a little. There was nothing there she couldn’t handle.
“Come on over,” he directed. “I’m not going to distract you during this first exercise with any impact play. I just want to watch. Choose something you know you can come with in under a minute. And, just so you know, this time I will punish you if you don’t make it in the allotted time frame.”