Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I smiled at her with none of my inner thoughts showing. It must be the lavender I’d added to her bath and underneath her pillow the night before.
I didn’t want her fretting herself over the likes of Marion; she wasn’t worth it. I could see she was still a little raw from her ordeal, but I wasn’t about to bring it up again and spoil the morning.
We chatted easily as I tried to tell her some of what she might be facing today. It was good to see some of the excitement coming back to her.
“Do you really think I can do it Cal? I mean, I’ve never done anything like this before and Ms. Deveraux seems to want me to just jump right in. What if I mess up?”
I covered her hand with mine, “you’ll be perfect Kitten stop worrying.” She took a deep breath and chatted away about any and everything and with a jolt I remembered how young she was. Damn, I’m a cradle robber.
She talked about her best friend back home and how she couldn’t wait to give her the news. There wasn’t an ounce of malice or bragging in her voice, just a young girl who expected her friend to be happy for her. Thank heavens I’d been the one to find her. I think I’d keep saying that little prayer everyday for the rest of my days.
“Why don’t you call her later after we’ve finish here?”
“Really, but I don’t have a phone.”
“Use mine or the house line love.” She seemed a little hesitant at the offer. “What is it what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just; isn’t it a bit expensive for me to call home?”
“I don’t think so unless she lives on another planet.” I joked not quite sure why she would think that it would be.
“But aunt Marion said…”
“What did she say?”
She fiddled with the tail end of her sleeve and bit into her lip.
Down boy, it’s not an invitation, not with this one.
On any other woman that look, the affectation, would scream flirt; the fact that she did it so effortlessly, so naturally, only piqued my interest farther. As if it needed it. “Well?”
“She said I couldn’t call home because it cost too much.”
Bitch. What a cold unconscionable bitch.
“She lied baby, but that’s okay, she’s not here now and you can do anything you like. If there’s anything you need all you need do is ask. Do you understand?” She nodded her head and attacked that lip again.
“Good, have you had enough or would you like some more?” I had to get her out of there quick before my visions of spreading her out and feasting on her sweet pussy on the breakfast table became a reality.
“I’m good thanks may I look around the apartment or do we have to leave soon?”
“Feel free, we have a few hours yet.” The smile I gave her kept the predatory gleam in my eyes well hidden. Soon!
Chapter 9
I didn’t follow her out of the kitchen on her little exploration; instead I sat back and enjoyed my coffee waiting for the result. Would she question, even mention it or let it go?
It was her first real test of sorts, I wanted her curious of course, but I waited to see how she handled that curiosity. I knew which way I wanted it to go, and my body reacted to the idea that it had started.
My pulse beat with anticipation of what laid ahead. I had her training already mapped out in my head. Though she was well on her way already, that submissive streak was a mile wide.
But I didn’t want a puppet in my bed. I wanted a willing participant to the things I wanted to do to her. Depraved as some of them might be.
Her training would be more along the lines of teaching her the things I liked in and out of bed. Though ready to please as she was, when it came to fucking I have very specific needs.
Not only that, for the life I envisioned for us to work, she had to be trained in all things, not just sexually. I can’t wait to get started.
All in all I’d have to say that things were moving faster than I’d ever imagined them to. I thought for sure it would be at least another couple of weeks before I could bring her into my lair, but here it was just a little more than a week later, and she was already here.
Did that mean that I should speed up the rest of it? Nah, like a lion in the wild, now that I had brought down my prey so to speak, I could take my time and play with it; savor, enjoy.
She came back into the room and took her seat across from me. I could see the question in her eyes, but just as I’d expected and hoped, she said nothing. She cleared the table and stacked the dishes in the washer while I finished my coffee.