Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
When she was done, he rose to his feet. “Good girl. Wipe yourself and then climb into the tub. I’ll bring you something to drink.”
As he left the bathroom, Ellen quickly washed her hands in the sink, using plenty of soap. Once done, she twisted her long hair into a makeshift knot on the top of her head. Then she lowered herself into the bath with a contented sigh. The oiled water soothed her recently flogged skin and eased the lingering sting between her legs. She leaned back against the rim of the tub and closed her eyes, savoring the heat.
Master Damon returned a few minutes later with a bottle of chilled water. He twisted off the cap and handed her the bottle.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, taking a grateful swig.
“Anthony wasn’t kidding,” he said, grinning down at her. “The fridge and pantry have enough food for an army and all of it looks homemade. It’s a little early for dinner but then again, we missed lunch. I found a pizza in the freezer and popped it into the oven.”
At the mention of food, Ellen’s stomach rumbled loudly.
Master Damon’s grin widened. “Hungry, huh?”
Ellen managed a sheepish smile. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ve got a few calls I need to handle for work. The pizza should be ready in about thirty minutes. I’ll leave it to you to prepare anything else you might want to serve with the meal.” With that, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Ellen lolled in the tub a while longer as she listened to his low, masculine murmur in the other room. The day so far had been intense but he hadn’t yet given her anything she couldn’t handle. While she hadn’t liked his peeing into her hands, she was proud of herself for her relative grace in handling it. And she was pleasantly surprised to see he had a nurturing side.
Mindful of the time, she reached for the fresh bar of soap that sat on the tiled dish built into the wall. She gently washed her vulva, resisting the sudden urge to masturbate. Even if she could get away with it with him busy in the other room, she had no intention of disobeying his direct order not to touch herself without his permission or command.
After pulling the plug and climbing out of the tub, she opened the linen closet in search of a towel. The closet contained a stacked washer and dryer set next to shelves containing towels, bed linens, toiletries and grooming tools.
Ellen grabbed one of the towels and quickly dried herself. When she was done, she hung the damp towel on the hook on the inside of the door. Recalling that Master Damon had dropped their bags just inside the front door, she left the bathroom with the intention of retrieving her duffel.
She didn’t have to go far, as he’d apparently brought both their bags to the bedroom while she was in the bath. She made a mental note to put everything away as soon as she had time. Meanwhile, she pulled her toiletry bag from her duffle and returned to the bathroom.
Letting her hair down, she brushed it out in front of the mirror over the sink. She put on a touch of mascara and a little blusher. Satisfied, she hurried out to check on the pizza.
Master Damon had replenished the logs in the fireplace. A small fire crackled in the grate, the room toasty warm. As she glanced out the large picture window, she was startled to realize it was already getting dark outside. Not that that meant that much, as the winter sun set early. Master Damon, now busy tapping on his laptop, didn’t look up as she moved past him to the galley kitchen.
There was a clock on the oven, which told her it was a little after five. The timer indicated fifteen more minutes until the pizza was ready. It smelled heavenly of melting cheese, tomato sauce and garlic. Her stomach rumbled again in anticipation.
Opening the fridge, she found everything she needed to make a salad. She prepared it quickly, along with a simple oil and vinegar dressing. There was a wine rack on the counter that contained several bottles of red. Would Master Damon like a glass of wine with his meal? Because she sure would.
Not wishing to disturb him while he was working, she made an executive decision and opened the wine. She set it, along with two wineglasses, on the table. She tossed the salad and placed the bowl on the table, along with plates, napkins and silverware. She also brought two drinking glasses and a carafe of chilled water to the table.
Just as she finished these preparations, the timer on the oven dinged. Returning to the tiny kitchen, she found a pair of oven mitts and took out the pizza. Having worked in The Enclave kitchen, she recognized Master Mason’s signature crust, which he made with high-protein bread flour to give it an extra chewy texture. He’d topped it with his simple but delicious tomato sauce, mozzarella, garlic and fresh basil.