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)
“Was it only the crowd you didn’t like, Kashmir?”
He stilled as she moved around him. “Yes. It made it hard for me to relax. It’s been a rough time. I need you to help me be out of my head for a while. I want to be alone with you. I don’t want to share you.”
Given how often he’d shared lovers, she was taking that as a win. “There’s no sharing now. You’re all mine and I want complete and total submission from you. Can you give me that?”
“I don’t know. I have to figure out what I can and can’t give,” he said, his eyes down.
She could handle that. That was exactly the point. “All you have to do is tell me no. If you say no, I stop everything and we go back to the start and there are no recriminations. I want to try this with you but I need you to understand that if it doesn’t work, I’ll choose you.”
His eyes were suddenly on hers. “You would give this up?”
She’d thought about it for a long time. What was the scale on this question? How did it balance out? She knew what Kash’s issues were and they ran deep, childhood deep. They were ingrained in his personality. Was she willing to give him up over what was only one piece of their relationship? She’d lost him to his responsibilities before. Could she do it again?
“I would give this up if you need me to. If this is a choice between you and having this in my life, I’ll choose you.”
His shoulders relaxed, that tense look around his eyes softening in an instant. His hand came out, brushing against her cheek. “I will never ask you to, love. I’m sorry I acted the way I did. If I can’t give you what you need, we’ll make accommodations, but I think you’ll find I can learn over time.”
“You haven’t learned much if you think this is how you greet your Mistress.” She gave him her best stare, the one that was sure to have every sub in a mile radius dropping to his or her knees.
Kash’s lips turned up and he gracefully fell to the floor. “Not Mistress. I don’t like the term.”
So he was already attempting to push her buttons. “You think this is about you then?”
“I know this is about me.” Confidence rolled off him. “I control this. This might be the one thing in the world I truly control. Everything is responsibility and politics, and those offer only the illusions of control. It’s what I thought about while I was hanging in suspension that night. I thought about the fact that my life is a series of choices that are forced on me. This isn’t forced. This is offered. I can take it or leave it and the world won’t come to an end. No one goes hungry because I made this choice.”
It was precisely why so many powerful men and women chose this way to play. They did it because their actions affected so many in the real world. They could choose to be a bit selfish for a few hours, to let go and allow themselves to relax and hide away for a while. To let that part of them that needed to be soft and submissive have some sway.
She opened the kit and picked up the crop Kori had purchased at her behest. It was a nice one, flexible with a soft leather tip. She could control it, her strength and the angle of impact determining how much pain she inflicted. Of course, it could also be a tool. She slapped it against her hand, bringing Kash’s eyes up to hers.
“Spread your knees wide.” She let the soft tip of the crop find his belly, running it up and over his muscled abs and perfect chest, all the way up to his chiseled chin. “Spine straight. Now tell me what you think you should call me, if not Mistress. This is my fantasy, too. If you want to spend some time being worshipped and adored, then I want to feel powerful. Needed. I want to spend a few hours being someone more than merely Dayita.”
“You are always powerful,” he whispered. “Always. You don’t need a crown on your head to be a queen. That’s who you are. You are my Queen and I do want to worship you. Show me how powerful you are, Your Majesty. Show this lowly servant what a queen is.”
Every word that dripped from his mouth seemed to race through her veins, lifting her up and taking her higher. She looked down at her “lowly” servant, taking in every inch of his gorgeous flesh. She took her time, inspecting him carefully. She let her hands run through his raven dark hair. He kept it long and it had a natural wave to it. She tugged on it, pulling it to the point that he would feel the sizzle along his scalp. A shudder went through him and she watched his cock twitch.