Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
But Huisman would try again and she would find a way to protect the man she loved.
“He’s fitting in well,” Tasha said with a satisfied smile. “I think this is actually going to work out. And I caught him smiling at one of Dad’s truly horrible jokes.”
The good news was with the exception of Ben’s objections the other day, he and her father seemed to be getting along. She didn’t worry about her mom. Her mom got along with everyone.
“Hey, baby.” Ben reached for her hand, dragging her close and kissing her forehead with a tenderness that made her ache. “Are you ready? All the olds are safe in their beds. It’s our night to play.”
They weren’t. Her mom and dad were out on the town with Damon and Penny and the so not old Robert and Ariel and Nick and Hayley Markovic.
“I’m ready.” She’d never been more ready.
The Garden was beautiful, but she wanted to be back in Dallas. At The Hideout. Their club. She loved her team but she missed Brianna and Devi and Daisy, and she so missed Bud Two. She wanted to settle in with Ben, and this felt like a holiday. Not the work part but the part where they were floating, enjoying the time they had and not pushing real boundaries.
Except the sexual ones. They’d pushed those, and she was going to crash through at least one tonight.
She took his hand and let him lead her into a fantasy world.
An hour later, she felt her whole body light with anticipation as Ben closed the door to the privacy room.
They’d spent their time on the dungeon floor watching some heavy scenes, Ben’s hands on her waist as he leaned in and whispered the sexiest things in her ear.
The only thing that marred the experience was the cell phone in his pocket, but they’d all agreed to lift the no cell phones on the dungeon floor rule while the mission was ongoing. She wasn’t carrying, but then her handlers could come running into the dungeon if they needed to, and Ben’s was back in Toronto.
Still, it was his choice because Joseph could call her father.
He needed it, and she wasn’t going to complain. It was put in silent mode, and in the weeks they’d been playing he hadn’t answered it once. It was there because he struggled to let go of control when it came to Huisman.
Everything else was pretty fucking perfect.
She dropped to her knees, spreading them wide and letting her head fall forward. She offered him the greatest gift she could give him in this sacred space. Her submission.
“I will never get used to how I feel when I see you like this.” His boots came into view, and his hand came out to touch her head. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known. Seeing you like this, knowing you’re willing to do this for me, brings me peace.”
It was as close as he’d gotten to I love you. Ben could be shut down emotionally. He often followed her cues, and she was going to give him a big one tonight. She was shoving away all her doubt and worry. It had no place in this room. This room was their temple where they worshipped each other, where they became whole.
“I find peace with you, Sir.”
He was silent for a moment. “Do you think we could move forward, Kenzie? Could you call me Master? In our contract we said we would revisit the title in a week or two and see how you felt about it.”
She would have called him Master the first night, but she realized she was too bright eyed sometimes and Ben was the one who felt like he needed to earn his title. A deep wave of satisfaction curled inside her, and she brought her head up so she could see his gorgeous face. “Yes, Master. I would like that very much.”
The smile on his face warmed her.
He gripped her hand and helped her to stand. Since that first night, they’d explored and played, and she’d spent a lot of time on a St. Andrew’s Cross and that spanking bench, though he liked to spank her anywhere, really. When she got particularly saucy in a meeting, he would pull her into a room afterward and slap her ass silly before turning her over and sliding her on his cock. He’d fucked her up against the door to the conference room once after a healthy argument about Huisman. He didn’t appreciate her careful—he called it slow—investigation, and she thought his get-in-there approach was reckless.
But neither of them cared after a good long fuck.
She was ready for another.
“How are you tonight?” He asked the question he always did before they started a formal session.
“I’m perfectly green, Master.”
“Even after that meeting? I know your father is annoyed.”