Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“The chair is fine. Perfectly sturdy enough to hold us both. Come on, baby. Relax. Tell me this isn’t fun,” Ian growled against her cheek.
“You know I can’t.” Sitting in her husband’s lap, one hand on his chest, was kind of the bomb. She was wearing her favorite corset and a tiny little thong that didn’t cover anything at all. She liked it though. After her Master tortured her for a while, he would slide that ridiculous thong off and fuck her silly.
She needed that so very badly.
It was like Ian knew what she needed and had found a ridiculously manipulative way to give it to her. And yeah, that did something for her, too. Her Master was a ruthless bastard who would plot and plan and find a way to have her no matter what it took.
Her cell phone buzzed.
She glanced down. It was a text from Malone.
Okay to make the girls some S’mores? We’re having a pretend campout in the living room.
So maybe the billionaire oilman’s son wasn’t so bad at entertaining the kiddos. She texted a smiley face and a thumbs up and looked back at her Master. Here, that’s what he was—the dominant manly Master and she the sweetly bratty sub.
It felt so good to be his submissive for a bit.
A single brow arched over Ian’s icy blue eyes. They could go super cold when he wanted them to, and like blue flames when he was hot with desire. “You brought your cell phone?”
She wasn’t making any apologies for that, though she had hidden it in the left side of her corset. It fit in right under her arm. She and some of the other moms/subs had sewn in a little patch of matching material to hold their phones in. A little like a holster, but for information and communication, not a gun. Ian could carry the guns. She’d had enough of that for a lifetime. Besides, she knew that sometimes information was way more dangerous than bullets. “Normally I wouldn’t, Master, but we’re not at Sanctum and our babies aren’t with their usual sitter. I trust Malone and Boomer, but the girls…not so much. If they can cause chaos, they will, and they’ll giggle the whole time.”
She slipped the phone back into her corset.
“Well, I tried Serena but apparently she’s busy having a mental breakdown and went to nekkidville, which is somewhere in Southern Colorado. At least that’s what Jake said when I called earlier. He and Adam are taking a late flight so they can meet her there. I had to think fast so we didn’t get stuck with two more kids and no more sex. They managed to get Jesse and Phoebe to take them, but that meant they couldn’t take on ours, too.”
Charlie gasped a little. She’d looked at the calendar earlier in the week and sent them a nice card. She tried to keep all the important dates on her calendar. “But Ian, it’s their anniversary today.”
“I think they forgot, and it is so not my place to remind them. Look at it this way, now they have two more little ones to celebrate with,” he said with the smooth smile of a predator who knew he’d gotten away with something. “It wasn’t like they were going to do anything special. They would probably watch Harry Potter or something. They can totally do that with the kids.”
“That was mean.”
“Well, I didn’t remember it was their anniversary,” he admitted. “If they forget, how am I supposed to remember? Damn, you smell good.”
“I’m pretty sure I still smell like pot roast.” She should have insisted on a shower, but the minute she’d acquiesced, he’d bundled her into his truck and started for Fort Worth. She’d found out how carefully he’d planned everything because his kit had already been in the cab along with the bag she usually carried with her to Sanctum.
He ran his nose over her neck, breathing her in. “Yeah, you do smell good enough to eat. I’m going to eat you up later on. I’m going to get you tied down and once everyone is watching because my sub is so beautiful, that’s when I’ll show them how good you are at taking a cock.”
She shivered at the thought because he would take his time and do it all right. He would spank her and warm her up and play with all her parts until she couldn’t handle it a second longer.
Charlie couldn’t wait.
But she would have to because Macon was holding out the one thing in the world Ian would want to devour even faster than her pussy.
Ian had been on a low carb diet for weeks. His blood work had come back and she’d made him eat better to bring down his cholesterol. Healthy diets made her Master crabby. They had agreed he could break his sugar fast and have a little dessert at the play party.