Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
I enter the restaurant and find her already sitting at a table dressed in a black Valentino dress and matching Jimmy Choo heels. She waves me over and stands as I approach.
“Good afternoon, dear.” She hugs me before kissing me on each cheek. “Glad you were able to meet up.”
I nod. “Me too.”
“How are things going?”
“Good.” I lie.
My life is over. Okay, maybe I’m being dramatic, but I feel like being Haidyn’s fuck toy may kill me. I mean, I never thought I’d beg him to get me off during an enema. I can’t imagine what else he’ll put me through.
It’s been a little over an hour, and my pussy is still swollen and red from his hand slapping it over and over. His fingers hurt but in a good way. It took my mind off the balloon in my ass. My fresh underwear is soaked. It’s throbbing as if to ask him for more. Another hit from his hand. Another finger to fuck. Hell, his cock. If he’s that rough with his hands and fingers, I can’t imagine what he can do with his dick.
“Perfect timing,” my mother says, and I look up to see her stand once more.
I follow her line of sight and see her best friend has also joined us. They exchange hugs, and she sits beside Mother across from me. They’ve been best friends since they were kids. “What are you doing in town?” my mother asks as if she wasn’t sure about whether her friend would show.
“Looking at houses,” she answers with a big smile.
“Since when do you want to move here?” my mother inquires. “You hated it here while attending Barrington.”
“Things change,” she answers vaguely.
I tune them out as my mind wanders back to Haidyn. Surprisingly, my ass isn’t sore, but my pussy? My body craves sex more than it ever has. I’ve always been curious about sex. I’ve watched porn before, but it always seemed so fake. Like how much can a woman moan and beg for more? Now I realize just how real it can be. I was a puddle for him and so fucking desperate.
When he tied me down, it was like a light switch flipping, and my body came alive. My need took over, and I wanted whatever he was willing to give me.
“Annabelle?” my mother speaks.
“Hmm?” I ask, pulling myself from that thought. I feel my cheeks flush just thinking about it when I meet her stare.
“I asked how things are going with Wesley?”
“Who’s Wesley?” her best friend, Anne, asks.
I was partially named after her. When I was old enough to figure it out and asked, my mother said Annabelle just fit me. She took one look at me and knew that’s who I was. All I can think of is that scary fucking doll that they made a movie about. I’ve always hated it.
“Her boyfriend. They’ve been dating for a couple of months now.” My mother fills her in.
“He’s good,” I tell her.
“Are you guys ready for your trip?”
I don’t know why I told her he was going with me. I panicked when Haidyn left me no choice but to fabricate a trip out of thin air. I guess because my mother knows I’d never go somewhere by myself at the last minute like that, and I’m trying to limit her information about my life. “Yep. Already packed and ready to go.” Fuck, I feel sick to my stomach. Or that could be the effects of the enema.
“Oh, your backpacking trip.” Anne nods, obviously knowing about it. “Sounds exciting.”
Reaching out, I take a sip of the water that Mom had ordered for me when she arrived. I’m swallowing when she asks, “How are things with Haidyn?”
I choke on it, the cold water running down my chin. Setting the glass down, I pick up the napkin and blot my face. “Good.” I nod, trying to convince both of us. “Going great.”
“Haidyn Reeves?” Anne asks, arching a brow.
My mother nods. “I told you she was given her assignment.”
Her friend is of course a Lady. My mother wouldn’t associate with anyone outside of our world. She was raised that the Lords are everything. Royalty only sits with royalty—her words.
“Yes, but I wasn’t aware it involved a Spade brother.”
“How are the sessions going?” my mother asks, and I look at her friend, not sure I should answer.
So I shrug and say, “Good.” It’s a fucking lie.
I’ve fucked up what little chance I ever had. The Lords sent me on a wild goose chase. I think it’s their way of knowing I’ll never be enough for the life I’m supposed to have. You have to be born into this world, but they’re going to see if you’re worthy.
“Sessions?” her friend inquires. “What exactly do you mean by sessions?”
“Oh, Annabelle is his therapist.” She does air quotes at therapist and her friend laughs.