Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
He lifted it up over her eyes and she cuddled into his chest, immediately relaxing.
Rubbing his hand up and down her back, he willed himself to calm down a bit. His dick was just a bit too excited about getting inside her.
His phone rang and he reached over to grab it, frowning when he saw who it was.
Tamsyn didn’t even stir. She was going solidly into subspace. He wondered if she’d enjoy this while in Little headspace. Warming Daddy’s cock?
Something to think about.
He answered the call as he pressed two fingers into her mouth. She immediately started sucking on them.
He had two reasons for having her suck on his fingers. To keep her from talking and to give her comfort.
“Mum, how are you?” he said, answering the call.
“Hello, dear. I’m sorry to call while you’re working.”
“It’s all right. I was taking a break.”
“I actually thought I would get your voicemail,” she said. “Like the other times I’ve called lately.”
Salem winced.
Shit. He was a shit son. There was no other way to put it. Why didn’t he pick up the phone more often and call his mum? And the other day when she’d come over to cook dinner for them, he hadn’t actually said thank you.
No, because you were too worried about Tamsyn.
But his mum hadn’t known who Tamsyn was to him. So it wasn’t like he was going to blame her for that.
“I’m so sorry, Mum. I’ve been busy lately.”
“Yes, I understand. Young love, I guess.”
Young love?
For one, he wasn’t that young.
And two, love?
He wasn’t sure that he would go that far . . .
Wouldn’t you?
Can you imagine your life without her?
No.
Absolutely not.
The idea of Tamsyn not being in his life sent him into a spiral of panic.
So maybe his mum was right to use the word love.
“I guess that might be part of it.”
“Well, I’m just calling to make sure that you’ll be at Sunday night dinner. You’ve missed the last couple. I understand why, but I think it would be nice for Tamsyn to meet the rest of the family. And I can apologize to her again.” His mum had been gone when they’d gotten back the other night, but she’d rung Tamsyn to talk to her.
He groaned.
“Don’t make that sound,” she scolded. “Your dad and brothers just want you to be happy.”
“My brothers don’t care about much except food and football.”
“That’s not true.”
“All right, I’ll talk to Tamsyn about coming this Sunday. With Alexei and Roman.” Because no way they weren’t being dragged along to join in the fun.
“Of course. They are always welcome. I will see you Sunday.”
As he ended the call, he realized how tense Tamsyn had grown.
Shit. All of his good work had just been unraveled.
“Pet, why are you all tense?”
“Because you were talking to your mum. And you said something about going there this Sunday.”
He placed his hand on the back of her neck. “Do you need to worry about anything when I’m in charge?”
“Not unless you tell me to.”
“Good girl.”
She tried to get free of his hold and he let her go, not wanting her to hurt herself. She reached for her eye mask, then seemed to catch herself.
Just as well because taking off her eye mask was only allowed with his permission or in an emergency.
“So why are you worrying?”
“Because it’s your mum! And she . . . I . . . she might not like me still.”
“She didn’t realize you were my girlfriend, baby. She is going to love you once she gets to know you.” He lifted away the eye mask and cupped her chin. “There is nothing to worry about. It’s just dinner with my family.”
“Just dinner with your family?” she cried.
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Did he not hear what he was saying?
Dinner with his family?
She didn’t know anything about families. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had a proper family.
She’d already made a mess of things with his mum, running off like a lunatic.
It was a wonder she even wanted Tamsyn in her house.
“Calm down,” Salem said firmly. “There is nothing for you to worry about and I want you to stop being so stressed.”
Was it weird to have this conversation with a plug up her ass and his cock in her pussy?
Why, yes.
It certainly was.
But as she tried to move, he grasped hold of her hips and gave her a stern look.
“I am still in charge. Unless you are saying your safeword.”
“Red,” she said, shocking herself and him if the look on his face was anything to go by.
Then he seemed to shake himself out of his surprise and he lifted her carefully off his cock, placing her on her feet beside him.
But she immediately felt the loss of his touch and let out a whimper.
He froze. “Baby? What is it? Are you in pain? I need to touch you to take out the plug. I promise I will do it as gently as possible and then I’m going to take care of you. Unless you want me to leave you alone?”