For the damn world?
But I knew better than to ask now. "So you need me to... help you out?"
His nostrils flared. "Yes," he rumbled. "It only ever works if someone else does it."
Heat curled low in my stomach, chased by a flicker of fear. I should have been horrified. I should have been planning my departure.
But instead... There was a traitorous spark inside me whispering to me that someone needed me.
I dropped my gaze, trying to gather my thoughts.
"When would I start?" I asked, barely above a whisper, unable to make eye contact with him.
His answer came easily. Quickly. "Tonight."
A shiver rippled through me.
"Now, eat your breakfast, Jolie. We'll go over your schedule and duties."
I managed a nod, though my throat felt too tight for words. I took a seat, picked up a fork and started eating without taking in anything about the meal.
The master watched me.
Tonight.
The word echoed in my mind with each bite I took.
Holy shit.
What had I gotten myself into?
And why was it so damn tempting?
CHAPTER FIVE
JOLIE
It was okay to admit I was freaked out, right?
Getting freaked out by this situation was totally normal.
What was a bit less normal was the fact that it wasn't me milking a damn beast that was freaking me out. Nope. Nuh uh.
I was totally losing it because I waslooking forward to it.
There was more than a small part of me that wasdesperateto see what it felt like to have him in my hand, and work him over until he spilled his seed for me.
There was still so much about it that I didn't understand, and other than it had to happen twice a day, I didn't get any of the rules.
But Ididknow that the thought of him, this incredibly large, virile, attractive beast, having his way with me excited me to no end.
I mean, I wasn't an idiot. All my adult life—and young adult if I was being completely honest—I've known that there was somethingotherabout me. A part of me wanted to submit to a partner.
Which is probably why I was still a virgin.
Because finding the right person to intrigue me enough to have me offer that to them was impossible. Not to mention the fact that at first, looking after Papa was pretty much a full-time job until I got him the care he needed.
Ugh. Why was I even thinking about this? It's not like me going down on my knees in front of the master to stroke him to completion was anythingmorethan what he'd told me.
