Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Shower,” he groans. “Now.”
I gladly join him. It’s surreal, the two of us like this, still shaking from the intensity of the scene. I’m naked and marked by him, suddenly not so eager to get clean, still drunk on the intimacy we shared.
“C’mere,” he says, after he’s put the shower on. And as steam billows around us, he tugs me close to him in an embrace so tight it’s almost painful. Taking me by the hand, he leads me into the shower and holds my hand so I don’t fall.
In silence, he lathers a washcloth and cleans me, with the tenderness that belies his stern exterior. When he’s done, I soap his back and chest.
“So, tell me, Liam Alexander,” I finally say. “What exactly happens now?”
Ten
Liam
I make her wait until we’re out of the shower, still damp and wrapped in towels, before we go into the main room.
“Do you remember rule number one?” I ask her.
“Yeah. We both get tested and show each other the results. Fair enough. I’m clean.”
“Good. And you take birth control.”
“Easy enough. I already do.” She nods and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Rule number two, no climaxing until I tell you.”
“Got it.”
“Rule number three.” This one may give her pause. “You obey me, or I punish you.”
I watch as she bites her lip and looks away. “Like. Obey you about what?”
I could’ve predicted this. But there is no submissive contract without obedience.
“Everything.”
“Everything?” She squeaks. “Like if you said, I don’t like those shoes, get another pair, I have to listen?”
“Precisely. Though typically my directions will be a lot less superfluous and will focus on our relationship more than your private life.”
Her brow furrows while she looks at me, her pretty lips turning down into a frown.
“Wait a minute,” she says. “Are you going to use this contract to get me to stop my crusade against your company? Are you tricking me?”
I nearly roll my eyes. As if I think her little tantrum over my building projects are going to make a dent in my plans.
“You can crusade all you want, sweetheart. We’ll keep business separate from pleasure.”
“You promise?”
“I promise. I may be an asshole, but I’m a man of my word.”
“Right,” she says, nodding. “And if you punish me,” she continues with a furrowed brow. “What exactly might that entail? Because frankly, I mean, not to shoot myself in the foot or anything, but that flogging and that spanking were pretty hot. It’s not exactly punishment.”
“I can punish you however I see fit,” I tell her. “Though I must confess, I definitely prefer a good spanking. The only reason you liked the other spankings was because I made them likable.”
“Really,” she says with a raised brow and a little snort. “Not sure I believe you.”
Taking her wrist, I tug her over to me and divest her of her towel. “Care for a demonstration?” I ask, her hesitation is answer enough. I quickly push her over my knee and give her a series of rapid spanks on her bare ass, the wet skin magnifying the sound and intensity.
“Ohhh, ow!” she hollers. “Got it. Yep.”
Standing her upright, I hand her her towel.
“Well. Fine, then,” she says, her adorable freckled cheeks flushed pink. “Yeah, okay. So, I’m sure I won’t really disobey you that much, and if punishment is just an over-the-knee spanking, I’ll deal.”
“Could be other things.”
“Like what?” she asks warily.
“Orgasm denial. Anal plug. Things like that.”
“Things like that,” she repeats, a little breathless. “Well then.”
“Rule number four,” I continue, as I go get a change of clothes from the wardrobe I keep in here. “Sex whenever, wherever I want.”
“Are you a exhibitionist?” she asks so seriously it’s almost cute.
“No. I’m a jealous, possessive fucker,” I tell her, which actually makes her laugh.
“Then why’d you do the demo?”
“Tobias is my friend.”
“So no getting it on in the middle of Times Square. Good,” she says. “I look forward to rule number four.”
My bark of laughter seems to startle her, for she jumps, and her cheeks flush a pretty pink. She’s already nearly earned the money I’ll pay her.
“Typically, with number five, I make the submissive live with me for the duration of our contract, but since that’s an impossibility with you, I’ll demand that you have things here in the private room that you can use if necessary. Is it ever possible for you to get a babysitter?”
“Well,” she says thoughtfully. “Yeah. We’ve got a neighbor I trust in our building who will check in on Bailey and Ben, but they’re pretty independent. I just definitely prefer being home at night with them.”
“Fair enough,” I say. “So, some nights, I’ll stay at your place.”
“God, no,” she says, her face paling. Does she dislike the idea of her siblings meeting me? That troubles me somehow. But she continues, and her answer surprises me. “I… I don’t ever want you to come inside my home, Liam.”