Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Without a word, he turned and walked into the house.
“Oh shit. I think he heard us,” Ian said.
“You think?” I snapped. Suddenly, I wanted to cry. Wanted to crawl to him and kneel for him and beg him to forgive me, not to be mad at me. “Come on, let’s go.”
Aidan was in the kitchen when we got there. He had a glass of ice water in his hand that I wished I’d gotten for him.
“Your ride will be here in five minutes,” Aidan told Ian.
“Okay…thank you. I’ll get dressed and see myself out.”
The moment Ian was gone, I walked toward him. “Aidan, I—” He held up his hand, and I immediately stopped speaking.
“Get changed. Finish dinner. I’ll be in my office. Let me know when it’s done.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied with a nod, missing him the moment he walked away.
I ran upstairs to get dressed, needing to do as told. Afterward, I was back downstairs, finishing dinner and drying any water off the floor from Ian and me. I threw the towels into the washing machine and paced the room, wanting Aidan, needing to serve him, scared he would toss me away.
When dinner was done, I plated our food and set it on the table. I opened one of his favorite bottles of wine and poured him a glass, then got water for myself.
My heart thudded as I knocked on his office door. “Dinner’s ready.”
“I’ll be out in a moment.”
I wanted to wait for him but didn’t think I should, so I went to the table and sat in my chair, the one I always sat in. We had our own spots, and I loved that, knowing there were things in Aidan’s home that were mine.
As soon as he joined me, I said, “Aidan, I—”
“Eat. We’ll discuss it after dinner.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, but I didn’t like it at all.
We ate in silence, and when we were finished, he said, “Wash the dishes, please, then go to your room. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
My room? Aidan never joined me in my room. “Yes, Aidan.”
I was quick to do as he said, and then I was there, waiting, standing in the middle of my bedroom, and felt…wrong. This wasn’t where I wanted to be, so I knelt down, let my knees kiss the carpet, and the simple action soothed some of what ailed me.
It felt like an eternity before Aidan entered the room, but I knew it had only been a couple of minutes. He walked over and sat in a chair that wasn’t usually there; I hadn’t noticed it when I’d first come in. It was a comfortable chair, upholstered in soft, gray fabric, but without armrests. It was usually in Aidan’s room.
“I’ve been patient with you on the school issue. I wanted you to get adjusted, to fall into your routine. I thought a little time would be beneficial and that eventually you would do as you promised, if not because you wanted to, then because I said it. What I didn’t expect was to come home and hear you’ve been disobeying me on purpose, laughing while saying you would go back on your word and that you were trying to put me off.”
My head spun, and tears already pooled in my eyes as fear clung to me. Not of Aidan. I would never be afraid of him, but of losing this, losing myself, because serving made me feel complete and…and because I’d failed him. That was the last thing I wanted. “Aidan, I didn’t…” But what could I say? I had done exactly what he’d said I’d done, and I’d planned to keep doing it. “I’m sorry.”
He nodded. “I know you are, but that doesn’t change the fact that you did it. Unless this is a hard limit for you, stand up, please, take off your clothes, and lie over my lap. Say red if you want me to stop, or yellow and I’ll ease up. You’ll take your punishment, and then we’ll discuss where things go from here.”
My heart dropped to my feet, a heavy weight making it difficult to move. Where we went from there? Did he mean he was sending me away?
“Yes…yes, Sir.” I couldn’t even be excited about being naked around him, something I’d wanted so badly, because I hated upsetting him. Hell, I loved the idea of being spanked, and I’d wanted it for…forever, but my dick hung soft because this wasn’t for fun; this was because I’d done wrong. I’d let him down, and that hurt me soul-deep.
I took off my clothes, walked to him on shaky legs, and lay over his lap. I took in Aidan’s scent—the light hint of sweat on his skin, twined with the subtle musk of his cologne, the ocean, and what I thought safety probably smelled like. I took comfort in that, inhaling it, then letting it out.