“And the kinky stuff?” she asks, her eagerness palpable. And who am I to deny her the spicy details?
“Well, he has me naked all the time, even in front of his staff. I have to kneel at the front door like a bitch in heat when he comes home.”
“Ohh, I love that! I’m getting ideas here, keep going.” Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint.
“I suck his dick every morning to wake him up. Breakfast of champions.” I wink at her, and she blushes again. “I almost crave it now. I miss his dick in my mouth when he wakes up before me and leaves for work.” I frown at how quickly into our arrangement that happened. “The punishments are my favorite though. I feelsooogood after a thorough spanking. And he knows it, so it’s not really a punishment,” I admit with a shrug.
Cora’s eyes glow. “Same here. Sometimes I push James’s buttons just so I can get a spanking.” She smiles wickedly. I knew she would be a brat.
“He also loves to feed me. Depending on his mood, he’ll have me sit on his lap while he hand-feeds me. Sometimes it’s hot, other times I’m too hungry and just want to eat in peace.” I laugh. “But most of all, I love his laugh and smile. And those beautiful dimples. It gives me so much pleasure seeing him relaxed and happy.” Cora’s slight wince makes me panic at my overshare. I didn’t mean to say that; it just slipped out of my mouth without thought.
Fuck.
She takes a sip of her water and changes the subject, showing me mercy.
“So, what do you do with your days when you’re not pleasuring your master?” she drawls.
“Not much, actually. To be honest, I’m bored out of my mind. Other than visiting Beth, my days are completely free. I’ve tried Pilates, but it’s not really me. I can’t annoy Beth all the time; she has a tutor during the day and needs to concentrate on her studies. I’m not sure what to do. It’s only been a month and I’m already going batshit crazy.”
“Maybe you could go back to Eden?” she suggests.
“Do you think he would allow it?”
“If you don’t ask, you’ll never know.”
“Mmm, I don’t know. Men are possessive bastards; he’ll never go for it.” It’s hard to keep the resignation out of my voice.
“You never know. He’s not like most men,” she counters optimistically.
And she’s right, he’s not. He’s so much more.
We finish lunch and head to our spa appointment. By the end of the day, I’m fully relaxed and blissed out. This is exactly what I needed. When Cora drops me home, I wave her goodbye and head into the foyer. I’m surprised to see John, the night manager, already on his shift. Which means…
Oh, no.
I quickly fish my phone out of my purse. It’s five forty-five and I have three missed calls from Dameon.
Shit.
Chapter seventeen
Hailee
Itypeinthecode to our private elevator and hit the top floor button. I’ve never been late before. I place my hands on my stomach to calm the nervous flutters. When I reach the penthouse, Dameon is waiting for me.
“You’re late.” His jaw flares, and my fingers itch to soothe the strained muscles.
“I’m so sorry, I lost track of time.”
“Not good enough. I expect you to be here when I get home.”
“I’m really sorry, it won’t happen again,” I promise, lowering my eyes.
“Go to our room and wait for your punishment,” he commands, frustration pouring off him in waves.
“Yes, sir,” I respond, pivoting on my heel and hurrying up the stairs. I waste no time in stripping off my clothes and jumping into the shower to rinse off the massage oil. I’m back out in record time, and I wait for him as instructed.
But fifteen minutes turn into thirty, and still, he hasn’t arrived. I crawl out of bed and begin to pace, restlessness gnawing at me. It’s as if time itself has become a part of the punishment, a test of endurance. I’m becoming more anxious with each passing minute, and my body pulses with apprehension. Just when I begin to feel the rising anxiety clawing up my throat, my phone chimes with a notification. Exhaling with relief, I welcome the distraction, only to find the text message brings little comfort.
