Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Please, god, let that be enough. It stayed too quiet for too long. I peeked over to see what he was doing. Owen wet his lips with his tongue, but I’d apparently shocked him into silence — which wasn’t something I’d really thought was possible. It would’ve been amusing if I hadn’t been so afraid, if my hand hadn’t been sweaty where it rested on his leg.
“Show me,” he said. The subtle command in his voice sent a shiver through me. “Once I show you,” whatever that would turn out to mean, “then you’ll take control? Like it was before, but just… now… like this.”
“Yes.”
That one word made the butterflies feel like a hurricane was taking shape inside me. The excitement and nervous energy just kept building until it was overwhelming. Was this what people meant? Was this insane feeling what they meant when they talked about the excitement and the crazy things that happened to them when they wanted someone?
Keeping the panicked grip on his hand, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I prayed to whatever god was listening that he wouldn't hate me for this, then opened them to look at Owen.
Master. Just staring at him and seeing his strength, his confidence, the tattoos peeking out from under his shirt, gave me the courage to turn in my seat and stop holding everything back. Reaching across the car, I traced the tattoos on his arm.
His hot skin and the strangely silky feel of the tattoo made my fingers itch to explore more. This time, I didn't stop them. I traced around the shapes and over the lines, loving the way his body shivered under my touch.
Whatever we were doing, he was just as affected as I was.
When I reached the sleeve of his shirt, I glanced up at him, feeling more confident. “Can I touch all of them some day? I’ve never gotten a chance to explore the others.” His breathing came faster when I spoke, and he jerked his head in a nod. “Every single one,” he promised. There was a wicked cast to his smile then, which was more like the Owen I knew. He was somewhere between Master and someone I was just starting to get to know again.
He leaned in a little closer, smoothing his fingers through my hair with as much care as if he were touching an empty eggshell and he was afraid it might buckle beneath his touch… just like the ones we’d made that one year, when we’d learned to fill the things with confetti and make it look like they’d never been filled with anything else.
It had been one of the things we’d done together, and it was such a bizarre memory to pop up right then.
“Is that all I can touch?” I’d never wanted to explore anyone else like I did him. He smiled, impish but also a little indulgent. “Anything you want. But first, I think you owe me a good night kiss.”
Then he took my breath away. He leaned in close and his lips touched mine — gently, tenderly, like I was precious and special. He was breathless when he pulled back, but his expression was serious. “I think it’s time for us to get a little more of your research done, Adri,” he said softly. “Go to your bedroom and get your collar, leash, toy, the tail, and lube ready,” he ordered me, in that tone that meant he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Well, I knew deep down in my bones he would if I called a stop to this, but if I did, I wasn’t sure we’d ever be able to get to this point again.
“And get undressed.”
Everything should have been hard. It should’ve been impossible to make the decision but really, it didn’t feel like there was anything to decide. “Yes… Master?” He’d never really said how he felt about that, but he hadn’t said no. Was that permission? He was Master to me in the moments when he took charge. His breath caught, and he let it out in a shaky exhale. He nodded, biting his bottom lip, then gathered himself. “Good pup,” he praised. I wanted more of that. I wanted to hear him say those words over and over. I opened the car door and got out, and my knees were weak enough to where I had to lean against the vehicle for a moment. He got out as well, and the feeling of his gaze on me was so hot that I almost faltered all over again.
“Pup?” he asked, his voice that gentle but firm cadence I was associating with Master. “Be my good boy. Go.” I wanted to be his good boy. I wanted to be his good pup. Admitting that not only to myself but to him as well made me feel like the weight of the world had been taken off my shoulders.