Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Suddenly, those eyes that were glossy with arousal not twenty minutes ago are now filling with tears, and the sight of them is like a punch to the gut as it always is. Especially this time around, because those tears aren’t from my dumb ass hurting her. No, these are from disappointment in herself, a sub who has not only disobeyed her Dom by not completing her task on time, but because she didn’t even get around to starting it. Or at least that’s most likely what she’s thinking, believing I’ll be doubly displeased with her.
But she’s wrong. What I’m feeling at the moment isn’t displeasure. In fact, it’s an ah-ha moment so obvious I could shake my head and laugh at myself for jumping to the thoughts I had when I was speaking to her on the phone—the ideas I came up with for what had turned her on so thoroughly.
No, it wasn’t a new kink she discovered. It wasn’t a rabbit hole of debauchery she’d fallen down. And it most certainly was not a list of Doms’ profiles she made note of, a slew of males she wanted to let have their way with her for my viewing pleasure.
I’m such an idiot.
I broke countless traffic laws to get here, only to discover that what brought that flush to her beautiful face, what coated those pretty eyes in a sheen of need, what blotched along the skin above the V of my tee she still wore, and what she was consuming so intently that she dropped her phone when I called her…
Was me.
And then to her utter shock, and mine as well, I clamp my molars together… then bite my lip when they pry themselves apart… then try with all my might to seal my lips back together… but after that, there’s no hope. My face splits into a huge grin before I let out a laugh so forceful my abs cramp. I double over, catching myself on straight arms as my palms land flat on the desk. My head drops, making my hair fall forward and into my eyes, which close as I continue to laugh like I haven’t in years.
I hear a sound that’s a cross between a whimper and a confused little “eep” from my wife’s still-kneeled position, and I force my eyes open to look at her through my mirth. I can’t speak at first, so I end up lifting a hand to wave away the startled look on her face, my laugh now a wheeze as I can’t catch my breath nor stop the hilarity.
“I—” I try again to say something, anything, but I return right back to laughing my ass off, giving in to a child-like urge to collapse to the rug-covered floor and just lie there for a minute as my body continues to shake.
It takes a while, but I’m finally able to catch my breath, taking an extra deep one and letting it out on a “woooooo.” I blink a few times to clear my vision, reaching up to wipe the tears that fall out the outer corners, and stare up at the ceiling.
I’m almost ready to try to speak again when I hear movement not far from where I lie on the ground, and without lifting my head, I roll it to glance beneath the desk.
I see Savannah’s pretty but slightly worried face peeking back at me, where she’s still on her knees, hands behind her back, but has bent her head sideways to check on me. My girl is unwilling to fully disobey, even when I’ve clearly not just broken character but pretty much shattered all sense of reality too.
The adrenaline rush of the past half-hour has finally depleted and left me weak, so my arm flops to the floor, my hand outstretched to her, too heavy to actually hold the muscled limb up, when I say, “Come here, my baby.”
And as if she didn’t look adorable enough—the way she was looking at me with those big, bright eyes—instead of standing and walking around the desk to come to me, she crouches forward until she’s on her hands and knees and crawls to me under the desk. Then, she’s kneeling at my side, looking down at me as if she’s waiting—most likely waiting for me to give her another order, because never have I broken a scene before doling out punishment when one was to be given.
But nothing has ever called for a timeout more in the past decade than this moment right here.
I gather my strength and lift my heavy arm to cup her cheek, and she tilts her face into it, soothing my racing heart. I reach farther back, along her jaw, and farther still, into her hair, until my fingers catch in her bun. Then I use my grip there to pull her down to me for a smiling kiss. I tug even harder until she sprawls on top of me, letting out a giggle that heals the pieces of my soul that were damaged when I hurt her.