Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Had he bought me?
Oh, had I gone up at auction?
Leander had read a book like that, but I’d decided it was too dark for me.
“I…” I was too easily distracted to be a good actor, so I just aimed to look innocent and nervous as I kept it simple. “I belong to you.”
Bingo.
Master looked like he was ready to do fabulously dirty things to me as he shook his head. “We both know it’s not that easy.”
Wow.
“Stand up, slut.” His barking orders at me was the best thing I’d ever heard because it meant I didn’t have to think about what to do next.
I was going to be the person who got to relax and enjoy themselves.
Amazing.
What made it even better was that just obeying had him nodding slowly and scanning his eyes down my body like he was studying every inch. He didn’t even look away or act nervous as he finally got down to my bulge.
Normal worried Bastian who’d always been so careful was gone and my Master was ready to claim me.
Claiming first and breeding second?
Yeah, we were going to come back to that question.
“Turn around.” The order was so unexpected it took me a second to process it. That was definitely a second too long based on his frown and the way he twirled a finger around. “Slowly.”
Wow.
This just kept getting better and better.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Obeying him, I made sure not to rush as I rotated so he could see my ass without having to pretend he wasn’t looking at it.
“I know just how I’m going to leave an impression on you, slut.” Patting one cheek, he made a frustrated sound as he played up the angry Master perfectly. “Right on the ass you thought you could just flash around for attention.”
Well, it was a nice ass.
Even women had said so and it didn’t seem to be a part of the body they noticed very often.
But I was smart enough not to point that out or to moan too excitedly when he gave my ass a squeeze.
“You’re going to think twice about letting anyone else touch you, slut.”
Best.
Date.
Ever.
Chapter 16
Bastian
Improve…no.
Orders…yes.
“Who’s the only one who gets to touch this ass?” Giving it another firm pat to test the waters and let him have a taste of what was to come, I kept my voice low and growly because it was definitely turning him on.
Knees wobbling kind of turned on.
“You…I…” Whatever he was going to say was lost as I squeezed one wonderfully firm, sexy cheek. He moaned, but it took a long few moments and one more pat to get his brain going again. “You, Master. My body is yours.”
So. Fucking. Sexy.
I’d remind myself later that it was just pretend, so for the moment I soaked up the feeling of owning him completely.
“You need a reminder of that.” Turning him around quickly, I kept a tight hold of his hips to keep him upright as he sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide. “How does your Master remind you of your place?”
I wanted to make sure we touched base on the idea one more time before I actually spanked him, but I shouldn’t have been worried. My naughty boy moaned out his answer and was looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “A spanking, Master.”
Yep, we were on the same page.
And since he’d already made it clear spankings were on bare bottoms, I felt fairly confident as I released him and reached for his belt.
It got another shiver from him, but he was quiet as I released it and slowly pulled it out of the loops. “These are for Masters, not sluts. No more.”
The spur-of-the-moment order had his mouth dropping open and his reaction left me wondering what he was thinking. We’d already discussed that object impact play of any sort was going to be something we tried later, but I couldn’t help stroking my fingers along the leather.
Orlando was so fascinated by whatever he was imagining, I folded the belt over and made it snap. The sound was like lightning and had him sucking in another breath, but nothing in his eyes showed fear. “That’s not a sound a slut gets to make. It’s one they hear right before they feel it on their bottom. So who is the only one who will wear a belt in this house?”
Too much?
Wide eyes and a stunned stupid look didn’t give me much to go on, but I knew we were in the clear when his arms twitched and he put them behind his back.
“Good boy, slut. That pretty little thing belongs to me too.” Taking the still folded belt, I ran the looped end right over the bulge of his pants. “But you still need to answer my question. You don’t want me to ask twice.”