Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
"Good girl," he told her and came in her mouth.
She rested her head on his thigh as he finished his omelet. He stroked her hair with his free hand. When he finished, he carried his plate to the sink. "Do you want an omelet?" he asked her. "Or something else."
"That's fine. Sir."
He nodded and began making one for her as well. She watched him put the same amount of care and precision as he had into his own and he laid it on a clean plate and brought it to the table. He fed her, using the fork this time, thankfully, as she knelt beside him.
"Will it always be like this?" she asked suddenly, then winced. She wasn't supposed to ask questions. Oops. But Mark only gave her a puzzled look. "Will I cook for you? Obviously. Unless we want to live on PB and J, pet. You can't cook your way out of a paper bag."
She rolled her eyes at him. "I mean, will I always...eat on the floor?"
"No," he said. "This is a Total Power Exchange. To keep you in the right head space while you're here. I won't make you crawl, either." His eyes twinkled. "Well, not much. I do love the way your pretty little ass sticks in the air when you do. I use ginger root only for punishment. Unless you want me to put it on your clit again.” She blushed and looked away. "Thought you might enjoy that," he told her. "I didn't think I'd enjoy bathing you as much as I do, it turns out. Might do that once in a while." She looked at him thoughtfully. "What pet?"
"Nothing. Sir. It's just that, you don't usually answer questions."
"Well, some questions are okay, and other's aren't. I get that it's hard to know which ones are which. You know I don't like telling you what we'll be doing. That's what the checklist is for. So I know ahead of time what you are and aren't interested in. What's the best part of our sessions together, pet?" She grinned up at him. He rolled his eyes. "Aside from your cunt's insatiable need for orgasms."
She considered this. "The not knowing," she finally told him.
"Exactly, pet. It's normal to want to know. But it heightens everything when you don't. You just have to master yourself and refrain from asking. You'll find out when I let you find out. This is a demanding type of relationship, pet. It requires understanding, communication, and creativity on a level that other relationships never even sort of approach. It's relatively easy to keep a Dom happy. Not so easy keeping a sub feeling fulfilled.
“On some level they do really want to please their Doms, they wouldn't be a sub otherwise. But they have thoughts and feelings and desires and needs like any other person. They sometimes won't tell their Doms about them, maybe they don't think it's their place to ask for anything. Or they're afraid they won't get it. Very few subs are happy just serving. If they are they're usually slaves. I don't want a slave," he announced. "I want a pet who obeys only when she’s wearing my collar."
She'd finished her omelet and he stood up, carrying the dishes to the sink. "Stay, pet." He left. Abby had no idea what was coming next, but she was relieved to think she wouldn't always be eating on the floor. She understood, in a general way, that this weekend was extreme, even for Mark, but she had no real idea of how a relationship like this worked long-term. What if she came home one night and just didn't want to have 'a session' as he'd called them? How pissed would he get? How many times could she say no before he dumped her for someone who would do what he asked?
Up until now it had all been just kinky play. What will he ask me to do? Will I do it? How much will I like it? Now her head swirled with questions. How many pets had he had? How long would he keep her if she chose to stay? How could she ever look someone else in the eye and ask, ‘Would you put ginger root on my clit and fuck me?’ Could she even do that? What if the guy freaked out? What if he told a bunch of people she was crazy? Was she crazy?
She didn't think so, but in the last 24 hours she'd been given an enema, been bathed by a man, fucked on a table while under the clearly aphrodisiac properties of a fucking vegetable, licked up cum, and was chained to a bed to sleep. Obviously she was crazy.
Why did all of this seem okay when she was horny and not so much when she wasn't? This seemed like a lot of trouble to go through just to get some anal sex. She sighed. It wasn't really about anal sex was it? It was about why she didn't want it in the first place, or said she didn’t when she was secretly jilling off in the bathroom while toys were shoved up her ass. Fuck. She didn't want to look at that too hard. It had been so much easier to blame every guy she'd ever dated as being boring. Except she was the boring one, wasn't she?