Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I do as I’m told. I reach between my legs, heart racing, and pull my panties to the side.
Blake’s sinful eyes narrow, corrupting me to my core. I feel so at one with him here. He found a secret, a secret I didn’t even know I was hiding, and brought it into the light where only he knows what to do with it.
“Beg me,” he says, his voice a low growl.
“I…”
“Beg me to lick your cunt, Kathryn. I know you want it.”
Just when I think he can no longer shock me, he does something that sends me flying.
My jaw drops and a shiver rolls through me. I’m starting to sweat as he continues to stare. Well, there’s no point in denying it.
“Please…lick my cunt…” The words seem to speak themselves, just sort of roll off my lips like someone else is saying them.
That other Kathryn inside me. The one who only shows herself to Blake.
“Say it again,” he commands. I’m blushing, but I don’t care. It’s like I’m scaling a mountain, and Blake is holding my hand, showing me that I have what it takes to reach the summit.
“Please lick my cunt, Blake,” I moan in desperation.
Such filthy words. I feel ashamed just saying them, but that shame has been inside for days and is beginning to blossom into a wondrous pride.
His eyes flash, and he slides his head between my legs like a snake. I gasp at the first feel of his tongue, warm and wet against the lips of my pussy.
Self-consciousness hits me, but I push it away. Or rather, he pushes it away as he starts doing circles across my clit.
I cry out, and as I do, hear an odd clicking sound from outside. I open my eyes and look. That sounded like a camera…
But there’s no one here. Just me and Blake, my king.
I must be going crazy. Letting my worries bleed through and invade this incredible moment.
I push the thought away and give in…surrender, to the power of the man between my legs.
What did I do to deserve this?
8
KATHRYN
It’s the day before Christmas, and all through the house, I’m dreaming of Blake…will he one day be my spouse?
“You’re so stupid,” I say to myself as I get up from the couch to go get some more tea—a black tea with cinnamon and orange and ginger.
I gave the office the day off today. I may be a hard-ass, but I’m not a tyrant, and I’ve decided not to be Scrooge either.
I’m also feeling quite generous lately. And I know why.
It’s him…
Blake. The man who runs my life now.
Well, not my entire life. I’m still CEO and run my own company, but it’s like I’ve given everything else over to him. And it feels incredible.
Even now, as I think back to how timid and afraid I was when I sat waiting for him in that grungy motel, I can feel my heart start to race.
The feelings sweep back over me like a nice warm blanket, sparking a match inside me that begins to burn a slow fire.
My mind goes back to those special things I remember about him—his hands, his smell, his taut muscles pressing down on me, his eyes. But most of all…
…his voice.
“Get down on your knees.”
I have to close my eyes and draw a deep breath as the wonder of that past moment washes over me like a wave.
The heat burning inside me grows. I want to rush to the couch and grab my cell, call Blake and tell him to come over here immediately.
As his boss, I should have the power to do that. But as Blake told me last night, “That’s not how this works.”
He explained that our…relationship works on his schedule. I don’t call him; he calls me. I don’t make the rules; he does.
And you know what? He’s right.
Our whole thing only works if he’s the one in control. I can’t dictate anything or the foundation collapses out from under us.
Smiling to myself, I take my tea back into the living room, and I’m about to sit down when I hear something at the door.
I already got the mail today. Maybe someone sent me a package for Christmas?
Unlikely, but I get up to check anyway.
There’s a card on the floor. Looks like somebody slid it under the door. It’s red, but not Christmas red, almost a threatening blood red.
I step over it and open the door, glancing outside to see who may have dropped it off. But all I see are random New Yorkers going about their business.
“Hmm…”
I step back inside and eye the envelope with suspicion. Who would be dropping something off like this for me?
Blake would be the only one, but I can’t picture him doing something like this. No, he would knock on the door, storm inside, and tell me to stand in the corner while he spanked me.