Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Something about the mile-high heels with the innocent outfit just got him going.
“Do I need to send this back and ask more questions?” Because I wasn’t sure I’d gotten any useable answers to begin with. “They’re requesting to use the wet room first and that’s not usually where newbies start.”
The bathroom setup we had in one of the small scene rooms was amazing and right out of a fancy five-star hotel, but it wasn’t the place new members usually started. Hell, I was pretty sure I’d ended up using it more than anyone else at the club.
Ben smirked, giving me a shrug as I pushed his chair back from the desk and straddled his lap. “Newbies who want to join the club usually don’t give half-assed answers either, so I think we can safely say the brat doesn’t want to talk about it.”
Refusing to acknowledge that it probably sounded like me once upon a time, I rocked my erection against his and decided what should’ve come off when I got home were the panties under my skirt.
“Probably.” Someone was going to have to answer at least a few questions, though. “Thoughts?”
Had he actually answered my question?
I definitely couldn’t finish distracting him until he’d behaved.
Ben moaned, in desire and frustration because he knew talking came first and orgasms came second. “Sounds like the brat in question isn’t ready to talk about why he wants to use the wet room and probably that he doesn’t want to talk about being little yet. Otherwise he’d have mentioned that as his type of submission.”
Littles usually came in shy and panicked or chatty and silly…this one felt like the former.
“Why don’t…why don’t you look over their background check again and then…and then talk to them when they come for their first visit.” Ben moaned as I leaned in and started nibbling on his throat. “You’ll know…you’ll know what you feel at that point and you can touch base…touch base with the Dom.”
Chuckling, I nodded and pressed myself harder against him. “I’m not sure I’m going to get very good answers from the sub, but I have a feeling they’re going to be fun.”
Ben tried to laugh, but I licked his ear getting a strangled sound instead. “You…you have a radar for that. I hope…I hope I’m around to see it.”
“Naughty Dom. Are you saying you want to watch me fuck with the brat?” Making a tsking sound, I shook my head. “Naughty Dom.”
Luckily for me.
He barked out a laugh, smacking my ass through the peasant-style skirt I’d put on earlier. “Oh no. If anyone is naughty here, it’s you. Already making friends with a brat who’s got questionable behavior.”
Giggling, I nodded. “And I’m wondering if his Dom knows what he did.”
Ben groaned and tightened his hold on me as I ground our cocks together. “Probably not.”
That conversation was going to be fun as long as the Dom wasn’t a dick, but since I needed to know if he was a dick, it was going to be educational at the very least.
“But I’m sure my Dom knows everything I did.” And didn’t. Like the numbers in the spreadsheet he’d been going over. “So he knows when I have to be sorry and make it up to him.”
There was always something new and fun to be apologetic over, so I didn’t worry about being specific.
Ben didn’t seem to notice that part either, but that might’ve been because I was using my dick to get him off. “You…what…what were you thinking?”
Lots.
“The cleaners are gone. How about we go downstairs and I can show you what I’ve been practicing on the new pole.” I didn’t dance in cages any longer, but that didn’t mean I was out of practice. “I have something special to show my Master.”
His groan said he was going to love my apology…and fucking another one out of me when I was done too. “I’m supposed to be going over the numbers.”
But was he really going to do that?
“I’ve been practicing for you.” The pole wasn’t like the cage, but I was getting damned good at it. “Remember the class I’ve been going to?”
Oh, yes. Now he did.
“It’s a pole dancing class?” Ben’s hands tightened and his fingers dug into my ass. If I was lucky, I was going to have bruises tomorrow. “Let’s go see that apology, sexy.”
Yes.
Pole tonight…numbers tomorrow.
Best Master ever.