Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“All the more reason to get some sleep.” And to put off the moment where they would have to decide whether to even try to make this marriage work.
“Day, I can’t go on like this. I want this over and done with tonight. I want to walk into that press conference tomorrow knowing I don’t have anything further to announce. I want my world peaceful again.”
Wow. That felt like a kick in the gut. One little demo and an assassination attempt and he was ready to blow up the marriage. Still, he was the one who’d been forced into it. She couldn’t hold him to a marriage he hadn’t truly wanted in the first place. “I understand.”
It was going to be a much longer night than she’d planned. They would have to draft a statement and figure out how to deal with the constitutional crisis dissolving their marriage would trigger, but perhaps it was for the best. She wasn’t sure she could stay married to him if they weren’t going to try to have an honest marriage.
She was in love with him.
“I don’t think you do understand, and that’s what we need to talk about,” Kash replied. “I’ve figured out what went wrong with the demonstration the other night at Sanctum. We can’t go to clubs. It doesn’t feel right. I’m not an exhibitionist. At least I’m not now.”
What was he talking about? “Kashmir, I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy the demonstration. I wish you had, but at least we know.”
He stood up, gracefully moving toward her. He’d been stiff for hours and still seemed anxious. He shrugged out of his jacket and kicked off the loafers he’d been wearing, getting more comfortable. “Yes, we know that I don’t like the thought of other people seeing me like that, but I have some reasons why I feel that way, why I might never be comfortable sharing that. I know there’s nothing shameful about it, but I’m not there yet. I might never get there. I have to know if you need the crowd.”
She wasn’t sure what he was talking about. “The crowd?”
He moved to her closet, disappearing briefly inside. Kash walked out carrying a small leather bag and she winced.
Her kit. Not that it was actually her kit. That was packed away in the deep recess of a storage closet, along with most of her belongings from before her marriage. The brown leather satchel was the one Kori had put together for her back in Dallas. It was nothing more than a few hanks of jute rope, a paddle, some binder clips, and impact toys.
He walked over to her four-poster bed, setting the bag down. “Yes, the crowd. Do you require the crowd to fill your needs or is this something you’ll be happy doing alone with me?”
Hope lit inside her, a tiny flame praying to be stoked. “Kash, what are you saying? I need you to be plain.”
He turned to her, the look on his face so serious. “I know I didn’t please you that night. I thought about it all the way home, trying to find some excuse. There isn’t one. There’s merely a preference. Let me try again. Let me try while no one is watching. Everyone watches me. Every minute of the day. I play into it. I use it to my advantage. But while I was with you that night, I hated that other people were watching. For the first time in my life, I truly needed something that was private, something that belongs only to me.”
“I don’t need the crowd. I don’t need it at all.” She needed him. Only him. If he could need her, that would be all the fulfillment she would require. He was telling her he was willing to try. Another need rose, hard and fast and nearly volcanic. She’d tamped it down before and maybe for the same reasons. Maybe because she was evolving. “Take off your clothes, Kash. I want to see you naked. No one’s here except the guards, and they won’t leave their stations. It’s you and me and I want to play.”
“Ah, there she is. Do you know when you lower your voice like that, I can feel it in my cock, Day?” His fingers were on the buckle of his belt, working it free. He shoved his slacks and boxers off his hips, freeing his cock. His shirt hit the floor an instant later.
His cock obviously liked her Domme voice. It stood tall and proud, almost coming up to his naval. He didn’t have any problems with exhibitionism now. A thrill sparked along her spine. There was no playing now. No candy coating. No gentle easing in. He knew what she wanted. He knew she was the top and he’d done as she’d asked. The question now was how far could she push him? How much control could she get him to give into her hands?