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)
“All right. I’ll give you a couple more minutes.”
Oh. God.
Could he hear her pee?
Most likely. Mortification filled her. She had to do better than this. Jumping up, she flushed the toilet and drew up her pants and panties before washing her hands.
Wait. She was meant to be stripping.
She took off her clothes quickly and then stepped up to the bath. This felt strange.
It didn’t feel right.
Was it because she wanted the picture he painted and knew it wasn’t in the cards for her?
Sliding into the bath, she sat with her arms around her raised legs.
What now?
“Little one? Can I come in?”
“Sure,” she called out, trying to keep her voice steady.
Salem walked in and studied her for a moment. But she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. There was no change on his face, just a subtle hesitation.
Then he grabbed a stool and dragged it over to sit next to her.
This wasn’t what she’d expected.
She’d thought he was going to check on her and leave.
“You don’t need time to yourself, I think.”
“I don’t?” she asked.
“No. I think that maybe that’s the worst thing you could have.”
He could be right. Because that was all she ever had.
Herself.
Just her.
And him. But he was gone now. And there was a new demon in his place and she wasn’t sure who was worse. But she shook that thought off.
Salem grabbed a cloth from the towel rail and wet it in the water. “I think that what you need is some pampering and care, but you don’t know how to ask for that.”
Dear Lord.
Could he read her mind?
“What you really need is someone to just tell you what’s going to happen.”
“And that someone is you?”
That was supremely arrogant. But his arrogance didn’t grate on her the way others did.
“Yeah, Pet. That someone is me.” He started to run the cloth over her back.
She didn’t move. She felt frozen. If she moved, he might stop.
And that was the very last thing she wanted.
“That’s it. Just relax for me. Good. You’re doing so well. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To just let go. But you didn’t know how to ask for that. And I’m sorry it took me a moment to realize that.”
She was so glad he understood that she hadn’t been deliberately keeping anything from him.
That hadn’t been the case at all.
He lifted one of her arms and washed it.
“I just want you to stay relaxed and let me wash you. If it makes things easier, you can always slip into Little headspace.”
Could she do that?
She wasn’t sure she knew how to let go of her control.
“Daddy would take care of his girl. Just like Sir would take care of his Pet. But you just do whatever makes you comfortable.”
“Am I your Pet?” she asked.
“If that’s what you’d like. I think you need someone to take care of you. Pamper and adore you. But also ensure you follow the rules. Being my pet doesn’t necessarily mean pet play. It’s just a feeling between us. Of you being cared for and . . . owned.”
Owned? Did she want to be owned?
“It’s just something to think about; you don’t have to decide. But if you think you’d like to be Sir’s Pet, we can make that happen. Nothing intense tonight, though.”
“I don’t think I can slip into Little headspace. Not yet.”
“Well done for telling me.” He moved to her other arm and washed it. Then he ran the cloth over her chest. He didn’t ask permission, just started to clean her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he ran the cloth over her nipples.
“My girl is sensitive, isn’t she?”
“Y-yes.”
She didn’t want to tell him that she’d only had sex with other men to see what it was like. Once in a seedy hotel, she’d lost her virginity. She was pretty sure that asshole hadn’t realized that she was a virgin.
And as she’d left, she’d taken his wallet.
Oh, she’d justified it because he was an asshole. She’d only been nineteen and he’d been in his forties.
He’d also been married. She hadn’t known that until after she’d left and checked his wallet to find a picture of his wife and kids.
Then she’d thrown up.
For years after, whenever she thought of sex, she’d feel queasy.
Her next encounter had been in the bathroom of a bar. She’d been there watching someone and had been fake-flirting with a guy at the bar to help her cover story.
Somehow, she’d ended up in the bathroom with him for a quick fuck.
It had been . . . uninspiring.
But at least that guy hadn’t been married.
So yeah . . . her experiences of sex weren’t the greatest. But at least she didn’t feel like vomiting right now so she was going to take that as a win.
“That’s good to know.”
What’s good to know? Holy. Heck. She hadn’t said any of that out loud, had she?