Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
She was wearing a two-piece that fit her like a glove. It was black and white. The top half lifted her breasts up, pressing them together. And the bottoms came part way up her stomach, with a wide band of white at the top.
“You look incredible, baby.”
“You like it? It has a bit of a sixties feel to it. I kind of like that.”
“Perfect choice.” Taking her hand, he led her down the stairs, into the pool. He watched her closely, not wanting her to slip.
Even though she’d told him that she had completely recovered from her illness, he knew that she was still weak.
And she occasionally had temperature spikes that he wanted to monitor.
“All right, baby? Not too cold?” he asked as they headed farther out into the water. He’d grabbed some pool toys, including a floating device that she could hold onto if she grew tired. It was also big enough for her to float on if she needed to.
There was also a blow-up ring and a large flamingo, which Maxim had bought him for Christmas last year.
Why, he had no idea. But the kids enjoyed playing on it.
“If you want to go swimming, you can,” she said. “I’m happy down in the shallow end.”
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he ordered. “I’ll take you farther out.”
She ended up with her arms and legs wrapped around him, which suited him just fine. He couldn’t resist kissing her lightly as he moved farther into the water.
“How are your floating skills?” he asked. He wanted to assess how well she could swim.
“Not too bad, I think.”
“Let’s put you on your back. Don’t worry, I won’t let you drown.”
“I know you won’t.”
He hovered as she moved onto her back. Her bottom started sinking and he saw the panic filling her face.
“Easy, baby,” he said, placing a hand under her head. “You’re all right. I’m here. Just push your bottom up. That’s it. I’ve got you. You won’t go under.”
Her floating was a bit shaky. She could do a decent freestyle, but her backstroke was terrible. She definitely needed some lessons. Which he’d be providing since no one else was allowed to see her in a bathing suit.
Finally, he drew her up onto the flotation device, holding her there with his hands on her hips. He was standing waist-deep, which put him at eye-level with her.
“You need a few more lessons, sweet girl.”
“I know.” She pouted. “I thought it might be like riding a bike. That it would all come back to me.”
“It will, with some lessons. Until you have them, though, you’re forbidden from coming in here without me.”
She let out a huge gasp that had her entire body rocking backward. Thankfully, he was holding on to her, or she likely would have fallen into the water.
“Careful,” he warned.
“Forbidden?”
“Forbidden,” he said firmly.
“I still don’t like that word.”
“You don’t have to like it to obey.”
“I see the dark king is back.”
“Baby, the dark king never left. He just softens his edges around you.”
“This is you being soft?”
“Hmm. Maybe soft isn’t the right word to use.”
Jilly had to grin at his disgruntlement. Seemed she’d found a word he didn’t particularly like.
“Are you soft right now? That would be disappointing.” She moved her foot to his dick, running her toes along the very stiff shaft. “Oh, this doesn’t feel soft. Good to know the cool water doesn’t make things . . . shrink.”
“Brat,” he groaned before tugging her closer. She managed to part her legs without wobbling too much before he slid between them. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
“I want your assurances that you won’t come in here without me.”
Sure, he could be arrogant and demanding. But she could also see a glint of worry in his eyes.
“I won’t. I promise.”
“That’s my girl. You’ve been such a good girl, I think you deserve a reward.”
A reward? Hmm, she liked the sound of that. She perked up, peering down at him. “Like what?”
“Are you cold?”
Jilly shook her head. She was mostly dry now and it was warm in here.
“Sure?” he asked.
“I’m sure.”
“Then I want you to lie back.”
Lie back? On this flimsy board? All right, it wasn’t that flimsy and it could clearly take her weight, but still, she wasn’t that sure.
“Trust me.”
Well, she could hardly say no, now, could she? Or he might think she didn’t trust him.
So she lay back on the board, staring up at the night sky through the skylights.
Regent spun her around so he was standing to her right. Reaching down, he cupped her chin. “We’re going to have some fun. If at any time, you get scared or uncomfortable, say your safeword.”
A shiver ran through her. What did he have planned?
“Sure you’re not cold?” he demanded.
“I’m sure. That was more . . . anticipation.”
Satisfaction filled his face. “Good.” He cupped her breast and she gasped at the feeling of his large, powerful hand lightly squeezing her.