Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Dazed, I collapse in a boneless mass, my face buried in the soft cushions. I hardly notice Bobby pull out or move until he pulls me up and turns me around, scooping under my knees and shoulders to carry me to a large, beautifully appointed bedroom.
I wrap my arms around his neck and mumble, “Okay, you were right about the sex.”
He chuckles, a warm rumbling in his chest. “I’m always right. Even if I’m wrong.” He winks.
I laugh. “You’re the boss.”
“Good girl.” He lays me down on the bed. The two words wrap around me like a blanket, swaddling in the pleasure. I’m a pleaser by nature, and Bobby’s not hard to please. I don’t have to guess at what he wants, don’t have to try to perform. He takes care of everything–tells me clearly what he wants from me and what to do, taking charge of my body. Moving me, positioning me, restraining me, spanking me. Praising me when I accept it all. Who knew pleasure is a boss to surrender to.
I roll to my back and blink up at him, admiring the sleek lines of his muscular torso, imagining what he looks like naked. Before tonight, I had no idea I would react to a spanking or being handled roughly, but that was the fastest I’ve ever come to orgasm in my life. So effortless. Did he see something in me I missed my entire adult life?
“So...about that. I know people get spanky during sex and all, but what made you think I would like it?”
He crawls over me, smirking. “I didn’t. It’s just what I wanted to do.”
Bobby
I watch Lexi flush as she digests my words, probably half-offended, half-turned on. I could have described all the little signs she gave that told me she’s the type who got turned on by dominance, but revealing my hand would only dim the electricity between us.
I kiss her, my palm roaming over her soft skin. I never feel tender until after sex, the actual act always bringing out my full aggression and desire to control. Finding a girl like Lexi, who doen’t just tolerate my quirk but responds with a matching level of desire, is more than a win–it’s a fucking goldmine. I want things to work out with her.
I trace her cheekbone with my thumb. “So, can you handle being my girl?”
She moves to sit up, but I hold her down, rolling on top and pinning her hands over her head. She smiles up at me like the move warms her. Like I’m planting butterfly kisses across her skin, not restraining her. She’s definitely a submissive. My kind of girl.
“I think so,” she murmurs. Her blue-eyed gaze turned sultry, but I sense the tinge of nervous energy behind it. I don’t mind—it proves her intelligence. She’s walking into the arrangement with open eyes.
I land another kiss on her mouth. “I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” I murmur and mean it. I like to pamper my women. Flowers, dinner, chocolate. I’ll treat her right.
Releasing her wrists, I roll off her and climb out of the bed. “I hate to leave, but I gotta get home,” I say.
My twin nineteen-year-old daughters have lived with me since they started college this fall, and I like to be around enough to know what they’re up to. I agreed to give them some independence if they stayed with me, rather than stay at home with their mom in the suburbs or move into the dorms at NYU last fall. Yeah, I’m protective as hell, and the idea of them living in the city, in a stinking dorm, made me crazy. I attempt to provide a stable landing pad in hopes they’ll keep good heads on their shoulders.
I also don’t want Lexi to think I’m her boyfriend. I’m not the guy who holds her at night and makes her coffee in the morning. Not unless we’re on vacation together. This is transactional–that’s the way I like it.
“I’m sorry there isn’t much to eat in the kitchen, but here’s some cash, so you can go out for a nice breakfast on me.” I drop two hundred dollar bills on the dresser. “Are you cutting hair tomorrow?”
She nods. “Eleven to six.”
“Text me the name and address of your salon, and I’ll pick you up after work.” I lean over and give her a kiss.
“Thank you.”
I drop another hundred on the dresser. “You probably don’t have any clothes to wear, do you? If you have time, go buy yourself a short skirt, I want to see those long legs on full display.”
She grins. “As you wish, my lord.”
I lean over and smack her ass again, hard enough to make her yelp. “You’d better watch out, little girl, or I’ll give you a real taste of authority.”
I love watching her eyes dilate in response to my threat. I give her another kiss and leave, the victory of my new conquest putting a spring into my step.