Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Julian and I were free to take the yacht back, but we hadn’t made up our minds about that yet.
We were in no rush. But I think we both preferred to travel on land for a while before we got homesick, then took the jet, or a commercial flight back to the city.
“I have something for you,” he said, and I knew him well enough at this point not to trust the dark look in his eye.
“Uh oh,” I said, but I was smiling as I approached him.
“Pull up your skirt,” he demanded.
I didn’t hesitate.
I was always eager to be naked for him.
I gathered my skirt.
“Turn,” he demanded from his seat at the foot of the bed.
I turned away from him, feeling anticipation sizzle up my spine.
He climbed off of the bed, then approached me, his finger tracing the outline of my panties, then sliding them down over my ass, making them fall to the floor at my feet.
“Never get sick of this view,” he said, voice a little thick.
We didn’t have time for sex.
He knew that.
But I still felt the need build.
“Bend forward for me,” he demanded.
Still holding my skirt up, I hinged forward, sticking my ass up at him.
It was then that I felt it.
Something cold, metallic, and familiar.
The plug.
He’d brought the plug.
“What are—“
“Shh,” he hushed me as I heard the click of a cap.
He didn’t pour it over my ass like he had the last time. He just lubed up the plug, then started to press it into me.
“You’re going to keep this in all day,” he told me.
“I can’t,” I said, scandalized more than I probably should have been, considering all the things I let him—and often begged him—to do to me.
“You will,” he said, inserting it all the way, then flicking it before lowering down to pull my panties back into place.
“But—“
“Keep arguing and you’ll wear the panties too.”
“You wouldn’t,” I said, dropping my skirt and turning to face him. The dark promise in his eyes as he reached toward his bag of goodies on the bed, made me rush backward. “You’d have to catch me first,” I said, rushing out of the room.
I’d pay for it later.
And I’d enjoy every moment of it.
Once we were seated at lunch, I didn’t notice the plug too often unless I was shifting positions. But just knowing it was there, this little secret between us, had me feeling feverish and flushed.
“Are you getting sick, Scarlet?” my father asked, looking at my pink cheeks.
Julian had to purse his lips for a second to fight back a smile.
“Just a little warm,” I said, fanning myself. “Maybe the speed is getting to me a bit. I’ll be glad to do some, er, walking around,” I said. Even if walking around was only going to make me all the more aware of the plug.
“Have you packed anything?” he asked in that same tone I’d been dealing with since we’d gotten on the yacht. The father to a little girl voice. Like I hadn’t been managing my own life for many years.
I plastered a fake smile on my lips when I felt Julian’s leg press into mine, a show of silent support I needed to keep my words neutral.
“Of course. I’m all ready to go. Ordered a driver and secured a hotel as well.”
“You found two rooms on such short notice?” Stephen piped in, making my spine straighten.
“It’s not exactly high tourist season yet,” I said instead of outright lying. Though I did reach for my white wine to ease my growing nerves.
The sooner this lunch was over, the better.
Stephen stared a moment too long, making Julian stiffen beside me. It was my turn to press my leg against him, a silent plea to hold it together, even if I knew he had a lot to say about what I’d told him about Stephen when I’d been young.
He didn’t say it, but I could immediately see his respect for my father fall away as well.
I’d been furious at the time, of course. And hurt that he wouldn’t fully believe me. The rawness of those emotions had dulled through the years, though. Even though it did continue to infuriate me when my father insisted on inviting Stephen to events when he knew my feelings about the slime.
Lunch passed relatively easily when I veered the conversation back toward business. Suddenly, though, I found myself doubling down on my knowledge about the topics we discussed, watching as my father’s brows rose, surprised, and Stephen’s gaze darkened.
Alarmed.
Because I wasn’t the vapid, silly little girl he wanted to believe me to be.
Because I suddenly posed a threat to him and his plans.
“You’re quiet,” Julian said as we stood waiting for our luggage to be loaded into the car I’d arranged to take us to our hotel.
I’d been staring off at the distance in the direction my father’s car had gone, rushing them off to the airport.