Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Your pussy’s open for business now.” His dirty words echo in my head.
Maybe it’s wrong to be so turned on by him, but I don’t care. I am. Just thinking about him has my nipples hardening and my back arching off the chair. I clench my sore pussy and instantly hate that he’s not here to sate me. I need him.
My computer pings and it’s only then that I realize my hand has slipped into my blouse and I’m pinching my nipple between my fingers.
I’m ready for him.
I look down at the message and smile.
My kitten is needy today.
I don’t know which camera he’s watching so I wave to the screen and nod my head. A blush travels up my chest and into my cheeks.
Get back to work, kitten. I’ll take care of you tonight.
I no longer feel trapped. It’s like he’s given me my life but filled a hole I was only vaguely aware was empty. All my needs are met. He's seen to that. I have my work, my friends, and a sex life that somehow manages to be hotter than anything I've ever read about. And it's all thanks to him. It hurts to think I may have lived my life without this. Without him.
I’m busy editing this piece for my column and so immersed in getting this paragraph flowing better that I don’t hear the lock or the doorknob turn. I don’t even hear the door open.
The only thing I can hear is the language of the text over and over that I keep reading in my head. The wording is just clunky and passive, but I don’t know how to reorder them. I bite down on my lip and copy and paste a few times, reordering the sentences. My fingers click against the keys.
“Kitten.” His voice holds a threat and my body stills. My heart slows but even with the fear of displeasing him clouding my emotions, my pussy aches with need.
I push the chair away and fall onto my knees. I crawl around, keeping my body lowered. Once I see his shoes I stop and sit back on my heels with my hands where they should be. I don’t look up though. My heart beats chaotically. I’ve never not been ready for him. Not since that first day. Every time I hear the click of the lock, I immediately kneel and wait for him. It’s been what, maybe weeks at this point? I’ve been his good kitten, and he’s kept his word. But this time, I failed.
“I didn’t hear you enter.” My neck strains as I resist the urge to look at the clock. He usually comes to me around the same time every day. But I got lost in work today.
His hand comes down and rests in my hair. I close my eyes and wait for his response. “Please forgive me, Anthony.” The words slip out and I don’t try to catch them. My heart swells with agony in my chest. I don’t want him upset with me.
“What were you doing, kitten?” he asks as he pets my hair. I open my eyes and finally look up at him. His stubble is a little longer than usual and his hair is as well. It has a tousled look that’s fucking sexy.
“Work,” I reply easily, and then realize he may want more. “My column is due tonight, but the editor is overbooked. So I’m trying to get it done myself.”
He hums, “I see.” He looks past me and to the laptop sitting on the desk. I love this little office he made for me. It’s so cute with all the book nerd touches, and the large window gives me more sunlight than I’d ever get in the bedroom.
“I think maybe a short break would be nice. We could go get you more flowers.” I look up at him with surprise.
“Would you like that, kitten?” he asks.
“Yes, Anthony.” I nearly crawl up his body with the need to press my lips to his. But I’m an obedient pet. I keep my hands planted firmly on my thighs and wait for his direction.
“Do you think you’re ready to go out?” he asks.
I nod my head. I’m never been outside of these locked rooms. The only exception was that one night. The night I gave myself to him completely. I crave a different environment. A voice deep inside me tells me I can run; I just need one chance. But it’s such a small voice, I barely hear it.
“Come, kitten. I think you need a break.” My brow furrows with confusion at first and then I realize he meant I need a break from work. He holds his hand out for me, and I take it instantly.
He chuckles as he reads the writing on my tank top. It’s a racerback that hangs just past my ass and is almost as long as my yellow shorts. The top reads, Book lovers never go to bed alone.