Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Sienna:
I wonder how much it would cost to outfit an entire room in padding. If I sit here letting my mind wander much longer, I’m going to need to get a free estimate.
More jokes. It’s time to let her off the hook… or at least give her something in reality to worry about instead of just marinating in her vivid imagination.
RomanticSadist:
Start walking to your car and go there now. I will find you. Park next to you. Then
I see her message pop up as I’m in the middle of typing her instructions, but it’s the perfect opportunity to show her what a caring Dom should be when a sub is feeling the most vulnerable. So I go ahead and send what I have written so she can start preparing, then respond to hers.
Sienna:
I may expire right there when I get out of my car, Sir. So like, use those big muscles to catch me, kay? K.
RomanticSadist:
I'll carry you, little one. Hold you above all else.
Sienna:
I just whimpered out loud again, Sir.
I have to see all your instructions first, while I have WiFi, Sir. Am I good to go?
Ah, her phone is dead. Right.
RomanticSadist:
I'll come to your driver side door. And since the idea makes you so nervous, you don’t have to look up at me. I’ll open the door for you, and you'll get out. I'll guide you to my truck, and you'll get in like you're told. You'll have concerns, but you'll trust and get in.
That’s all for now. You'll hear the rest in person.
Gray Hummer
I add the last part quickly in hopes she hasn’t already closed her laptop. I know she received it though when her rapid-fire messages pop into our thread.
Sienna:
Is it too late to take up drinking?
Shit!
Ok. Leaving now, Sir.
fuck fuck fuck fuck...
Chapter Five
SIENNA
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God… what am I doing?” I ask myself as my foot presses on the brake pedal and I push the ignition button. “You can do this. You can totally do this. He’s just a man. You’ve been talking to him for three weeks now. He knows some of your deepest, darkest secrets that you’ve never told anyone before. And he said you don’t even have to look up. Just park and turn your mind off. He’ll do the rest. That’s what you’ve always wanted.”
My entire body is filled with terrified anticipation. It’s that feeling when you’re not quite next in line for a turn on the biggest rollercoaster in the amusement park. Where you’re looking between the people getting off the ride, their expressions, and deciding if you should jump out of the queue and follow them out the exit gate. Once you’re at the head of the line, there’s really no turning back—or maybe that’s just me. I don’t want to piss anyone off by chickening out last second and screwing them up if they’ve carefully counted out heads and rides to make sure they get to take their turn in the same car with their family or friends.
But there is another feeling making itself very known inside me, one that has to be strong as hell in order to be noticed over the fear that can’t be ignored.
Desire.
I, Sienna Brookes, am horny as fuck.
I can’t ever remember being this aroused in my whole life. I can feel my pulse between my legs, and I have no doubt I’m already soaked just from the anticipation I’ve felt all day.
He was insightful as hell to ask me if I truly had worked my ass off in order to not be turned over his knee and spanked. Seeing my word count grow, I had the thought—multiple times—to slow down so I wouldn’t reach my goal on purpose, just so I could experience laying across his lap and feeling his hand come down on such an intimate place. And bare too. He’d described pulling my shorts down to make the smack count, skin-on-skin, not even a thin layer of spandex to separate us… to protect my flesh.
When I read that message, my hand had a mind of its own, as I discovered it beneath my laptop, the four fingers of my right hand cupping my aching pussy and my thumb hooking in the leg of my shorts. I was so turned on I unconsciously reached down to touch myself right there in the locker room, and when I realized what I was doing, my face flamed as I snatched my hand back, and I took a quick glance around. Thank God there was no one else there.
I didn’t know how to respond to his question.
RomanticSadist:
You definitely have earned the right to not be bent over my knee.
This is where you are conflicted, by the way. IS this the reward you worked so hard for?
How honest should I be with this man I, in reality, hardly know but feel I’ve known for countless years?