Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Do that again, and I’ll tie your hands behind you.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I ask playfully. I had no idea I could be this bold. I’m embracing the wanton sexy goddess within.
“Careful, brats get punished.”
Yes, please.
I wriggle in his lap, massaging his hard cock. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He shakes his head, but the corners of his lips quirk. “I’ll punish you later. You need to eat. And we should probably talk about limits.”
“Limits?”
“Yeah, beautiful. What you like, dislike. And let’s have you choose a safe word.”
I lean back in his lap to study his face. He’s dead serious. “It seems so…formal.”
“It’s to protect you,” he rumbles. I rest my hands on his bare chest. He’s still shirtless, and I appreciate it.
“I like you. I want to do what you want.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re a submissive, Maisy. It’s even more important that you set boundaries with someone like me.”
“The big bad bear,” I mock growl.
“Exactly.”
“What if I’m not sure what I like? Because…I’m new. I haven’t…” My throat closes. Crap, he already knows I’m inexperienced. I don’t want to spell it out for him.
What if I’m bad at this? He’s probably been with dozens of partners, all of them more experienced than me.
“Whatcha thinking?” he prompts me, and when I tuck my chin, he puts a finger underneath it and gently lifts my gaze to his. I can feel his big brown eyes dissecting me. I resist the urge to squirm.
“I’m not sure if I’m going to be good at this,” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer me right away, just rubs his hands up and down my arms. His sigh rocks me. “Maisy, I want you to listen and hear me when I say this. You being bad in bed…it’s not possible. I’ve wanted you forever. I’ve dreamed about you in my arms. If we don’t do anything but cuddle for the rest of the night, it will already eclipse my wildest fantasies.”
A shiver of recognition runs through me.
They weren’t teenage fantasies. I was right. I somehow intuited that there was something between us. We were made for each other.
I sit with what he says and not just because he ordered me to hear him. I’m absorbing it, and already, I can feel it changing my beliefs.
Because he’s not lying. I believe him. Matthias doesn’t babble. He doesn’t throw away words. I don’t know if he was always this certain and secure in his opinions, but he’s a man of his word.
If I think poorly of myself, but Matthias doesn’t, well, Matthias is the smartest man I know. Maybe it’s time I believe him.
Chapter Fourteen
Maisy
The sun’s hanging low in the sky when I end my video conference with Daisy. She looked a little better, if still pale. I promise to call her every day until I get back to Bad Bear. She obviously wants me back sooner than later but doesn’t question me about it. I told her what Matthias told me about monitoring me for more symptoms, and she accepted it.
I don’t tell Daisy about the wedding because I don’t want her to get too excited and think it’s real. We’re going to dissolve it soon, anyway. It’s not real. I don’t want the embarrassment of her thinking it’s something that it’s not.
I also got to check in with Paloma and Wren, who gave me updates on everything. The cafe has a handful of part-time employees plus Ryan and Jenny, our two fulltimers. They can hold the schedule together while Daisy and I are out.
When I finish the call on the balcony, I step back into the bedroom and see a piece of cream-colored paper taped to the cushion. It’s a handwritten note on silky card stock, and the commanding tone in bold, slashing script makes it clear who wrote it.
* * *
My beautiful wife,
* * *
Go to the bedroom and change into the outfit on the bed. Then follow the instructions on the next note.
* * *
Be my good girl, and I’ll give you a reward.
* * *
–Your husband and Sir
* * *
My pussy is throbbing by the time I’m finished reading.
All through lunch I was dying to come, but Matthias kept me simmering on edge while we talked over some ideas for a scene and decided on safe words (red for stop, green for go, but he’ll also halt and check in if I tell him to stop).
I could mostly ignore it during my phone call home, and after that Matthias was busy, and I’m not supposed to come without his permission.
Being a good girl only amps up my arousal. I like following instructions. And I definitely like being rewarded.
There’s a red dress on the bed next to a second handwritten note. I slip off the bathrobe and put it on, only to realize it’s less of a dress and more of a sexy baby doll nightie. The silky fabric slides over my skin, making me feel like a lingerie model. There’s no bra or panties, just the baby doll top.