Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
And when he moved to flick her clit again, she knew she was going to do it. She was going to come again.
“Come, baby. Do as you’re told.”
Jilly crashed over the edge.
She was lost. She was floating. Completely blissed out.
She heard him shout as he pushed deep inside her.
“Take it all, baby. Take all of me. Fuck! I need to come inside you. To brand you as mine. To have you round with my baby. Then everyone will know who you belong to.”
She was pretty sure that they did already.
“Mine,” he yelled as he came. “Fuck!”
Then he moved away from her, collapsing onto his back. Jilly fought to catch her breath. She wanted to move against him, to cuddle him close. But she was completely done in.
“Come here, baby.” He rolled onto his side, before reaching down to cup her mound. The warmth of his hand felt so good. “Make sure you keep all of me inside you. Don’t lose a drop.”
Hmm. She was pretty certain that was impossible. But it sure was sexy to hear him say it.
“My beautiful girl. You did so well. Are you feeling all right?”
She eyed him. “I’m pretty sure you killed me.”
He kissed her lightly. “Death by pleasure?”
“Yes,” she moaned as he slid two fingers deep into her pussy.
“Not too sore?”
“No,” she whispered.
“You were such a good girl for me. You came so hard. I love listening to the noises you make. So sweet. So delicious.” He kissed her again as his fingers moved slowly in and out of her. “Letting me come inside you. Letting me own you.”
Her breathing quickened.
“You know you’re mine, don’t you?”
“Yes. Just like you’re mine.”
He slid his fingers from her and she whimpered, wanting him back.
“I’m yours. Forever.”
“You won’t ever leave me?” she whispered.
“Never, baby. I’ll never leave you.” He gave her another kiss. “Except to go and get a cloth to clean you up. Stay here.”
Jilly pouted as he slid off the bed. “What if I don’t want you to clean me up? What if I want to go to sleep like this?”
Hunger and satisfaction filled his face. “Yeah? You want to sleep like this?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s my precious girl.” He moved them both under the covers with him snuggled up against her back, his hand moving down to rest over her mound.
“My girl.”
Jilly smiled. That was all she’d ever wanted to be.
Jilly walked into the dining room the following morning, feeling lighter. She was going to be all right.
With time.
To her surprise, Victor was there eating breakfast with Regent.
“Good morning, Victor,” she said with a forced smile. She was wearing another black dress. This one had puffy sleeves and a full skirt. There were little flowers embroidered on the sleeves. This one was cuter, but still not her. And if she was being truthful, the sleeves kind of itched.
“Morning,” Victor replied.
She resisted the urge to run to Regent and hug him good morning. She was slowly learning the rules.
Instead, she picked up her plate and went to walk around Regent to get some food. But he held out his arm to stop her.
He pointed at her chair and she frowned slightly. Couldn’t she get some food? She hadn’t eaten much yesterday and was starving.
But then he took her plate and stood. “Sit. I’ll get your food.”
A flood of happiness hit her.
Regent might not tell her that he loved her. But he took care of her. He showed her how much he cared for her.
After pulling back her chair for her, he moved to fill up her plate. When Regent placed it back in front of her, it was overflowing.
“Thank you. That’s rather a lot of food.”
Victor snorted.
What did that mean? She gave him a startled look.
“You barely ate yesterday,” Regent grumbled. “I want to see you eat most of that.”
Right. Well. She didn’t think she could eat quite this much. But he was staring at her intently, clearly unwilling to eat until she did. So she dug in.
Victor and Regent spoke occasionally. She put her fork down to take a sip of coffee, ignoring Regent’s sharp look.
“Um, Santé wants me to come in and get the money I’m owed,” she said.
Both men stared at her and she gulped. But she needed that money. She wanted to order some more clothes, except she didn’t want to always use the credit card Regent had given her.
“And HR for the library still wants to see me even though I resigned.” Thankfully, she still had sick days owing so she could take them instead of giving notice.
“Tell HR if they want to talk to you they can do it over the phone,” Regent said.
She nodded. Yeah, she’d rather not go in and talk to them.
“And tell Santé to keep his money,” Regent added.
“But I want the money,” she said.
“You don’t need it.” Regent gave her a firm look.