Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he murmurs in my ear. “Let it out.”
I take a deep, shuddering breath.
“The man tonight, he hit me! He hit me so hard that it sent me toppling backwards, and I tried to tell him no. I tried to beg him to leave, that I’d give him the money, but he wouldn’t listen.” Clay’s arms tighten around me as he feels my body begin to tremble even harder with rage and fear. I go on, sobbing as I try to explain. “He kneed me in my stomach as well, and Clay, I tried to tell him—”
Those strong arms merely tighten around me.
“It’s all over, Kitty. Don’t make yourself re-live it. You’re alright, and that’s all that matters,” he whispers in my ear.
“But –” I begin. He kisses the top of my head and tightens his hold around my waist.
“Sweetling, I know it’s hard. Tonight was so fucking scary and we will talk through it all once we’re both ready. I can even get you a therapist if you want, but tonight, let’s just try to let go and relax a little bit. I know it isn’t easy but we’ve been through a lot of trauma.” I exhale on a deep, shuddering breath, and Clay nuzzles my neck then. “Feel the warm water against your skin,” he intones in a deep voice. “Listen to the room carefully and notice the silence. Relax, honey. You’re safe now.”
My body dissolves against his a tiny bit more, and thankfully, my shaking begins to slow. But then I sit up again, and turn partway to face my boyfriend.
“Clay, where did you get those weapons? And why did you bring them to A Mouthful of Sweets?”
My man is silent for a moment, merely looking at me with those sapphire eyes.
“Sweetheart, it’s funny you should ask because those were actually sex toys. The whip is a cat ‘o nine, and the bar is a spreader bar, used to keep your legs apart so that a man has easy access to your secret spaces.”
I gape at him.
“Are you serious?”
He shrugs and smiles mischievously.
“You’ve been doing so well in the bedroom lately that I thought I’d kick it up a notch and get some new things to play with. I was coming over to surprise you, and never in a million years did I think I’d interrupt a robbery. But the toys came in handy because the cat o’ nine is a real whip that can be quite painful if used correctly, and the spreader’s basically a crowbar made of steel. Of course, it’s meant to restrain and not attack, but you get the gist.”
I gape at him.
“OMG! Are you serious?”
Clay nods with a twinkle in his eye.
“Yeah, and I guess the police are going to know about our fetish now because the toys have been impounded as evidence. But still, they served us well, don’t you think?”
With that, laughter overcomes me, and I almost fall face first into the water with giggles.
“I don’t think the police really care what our fetishes are, but oh my god … and to think I was so hands-off when it came to BDSM! Those toys literally saved my life.”
“They did,” Clay agrees seriously. “And I’m glad I had them on hand. Otherwise I would have had to take on those two idiots with my bare fists, which would have been possible but not as fun.”
“Fun?” I ask wryly.
“Fun,” he says in a dark tone. “Those guys were such dumbfucks, it’s unbelievable. But anyways,” Clay continues, pulling me to him once more. “It’s over and done with. The spreader and the whip are with the cops, and our secret’s out.”
“Oh, it’s not such a secret,” I smile, trailing my finger up and down his thigh. “I don’t mind.”
Clay hand wanders to my breast, tweaking a pink nipple.
“Really? I thought you were against BDSM though.”
“I’m not against it!” I protest. “I just wanted to take things slow but now, I think we’ve been put on the fast track, don’t you agree?”
Clay’s finger stills for a moment.
“The fast track? What does that mean?”
I turn and look into those deep blue eyes.
“It means that I’m willing to go all the way, Clay. I want to immerse myself in the lifestyle at these play parties, and really get to know the different instruments and how to have fun using them. No more shy pansy. Now, Kitty’s come out to play.”
My man looks elated, and one big hand slips between my thighs beneath the water line, stroking over my aching slit.
“Really?” he growls. “Because you know there’s a lot I can teach you.”
“I know,” I sigh blissfully, my head tipping back a bit. But then my eyes blink open and I stare at him.
“Except Clay, we really do have to go slow,” I emphasize once more.