Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Clever, clever.
“Now, before anyone goes offering their Master a full massage, it’s best to know what you’re doing,” Tate went on. “I actually talked to Shay about this earlier, because he recently took a class in secret to surprise his Owners, and I cannot recommend that enough. I’m not a licensed massage therapist or anything—I’ve only taken a class on the basics.”
“No complaints from me,” Kingsley said through a yawn.
They were sweet together.
“Could this be used for pain play?” Macklin asked.
Tate pursed his lips, then shook his head. “I mean, technically…? But not really. The oils in massage candles don’t get that hot, especially not compared to some wax melts.”
Master and I did love wax play.
“I wanna say this is more suited for sensation play and body worship,” Tate said. “I think you can try for yourself now. Pick up your candles and carefully pour a few drops along your arms or the top of your hand.”
“And it felt amazing, Sir! I can’t wait to try it on you and Daddy. The oils are so soft and warm on your skin, and you rub it in just like any other massage oil. It’s possible I bought, like, fifteen candles.”
Master smiled and squeezed my hand. “Sounds like you had a wonderful time. I still feel bad I fell asleep earlier, though.”
Pish! Finding him asleep by the pool earlier had only made me happy, because he was using this vacation the way he should. To rest and relax. I’d rambled to Daddy instead, once we’d shifted an umbrella over Master’s lounger, and Daddy was looking forward to my massaging his legs after a long day at work.
“You’d scold me for apologizing for doing what I’m supposed to,” I noted.
He grinned faintly, his expression saying touché.
He drew me closer, and we fell into a comfortable silence on the promenade deck. Without any people around, I could walk here forever. We just had the low rush of the calm seas some thirteen floors below as company. And a billion stars.
A flood of serenity almost overwhelmed me, and I tugged Master over to the railing. He encased me from behind, and we looked out. And up. Right here and now, it felt like we were the only two people in the universe.
Okay, and the chef who’d made our dinner. I was so full.
Master seemed less eager to try every item in the buffet, which was included in our bookings, and more intent on visiting every upscale restaurant. He’d taken Noa to that Asian place, and now…we had just survived fine Italian dining.
He kissed the top of my head. “Are you looking forward to tomorrow?”
I nodded. “So much.” I’d sort of wanted to visit Nassau yesterday too, mostly because I’d never been. Daddy and Master claimed it was overrated, at least the part you had enough time to see on a cruise excursion, but they had traveled a lot more than I had. My only experience outside the country was a single trip to Mexico.
Tomorrow, though. Yeah. I’d seen countless gorgeous photos online from St. Thomas.
“Did we book any excursions for tomorrow?” I asked.
“No, we thought we could just stroll through town,” he murmured. “It’s quite lovely there.”
I turned around in his embrace and peered up at him.
He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. “My beautiful boy.”
He was one to talk. I couldn’t even find my words at the moment. His progress brought me so much relief that I could tear up at any moment’s notice. I felt stupid sometimes, but I guessed it was natural after having worried for so long.
Now I had all the faith again.
“I love you.”
He squeezed me to him tightly. “No more than I love you, Cam.”
Yuh-huh.
“Can I just say—I love the changes you’ve gone through.” He inched back and cupped my face in his hands. “I know you’ll always be my slave, but these past few weeks, I’ve found myself falling head over heels in love with this new, softer side of you. You’re much more relaxed—and you make KC so happy when you call him Daddy.”
I grinned bashfully and had half a mind to bury my face against his chest, and I didn’t know why. He was right; I had changed too.
“I like feeling a tad more like a Little,” I admitted.
“It suits you.” He dipped down and kissed me unhurriedly, and I slipped my hands up his chest and around his neck. “But promise me you’ll tell me if you need our structures to change—”
“None of that.” I pressed myself closer, needing, needing, needing. “Even in my Little space, I’m your slave, Master. I always want to serve you first.”
He exhaled a curse and deepened the kiss.
He swept me away with seductive tongue-teasing, the taste of his dessert and brandy, his strong arms tightening around me. I shivered and wished we could be in bed, naked, far from everyone else, so he could take me over and over.