Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Martha started screeching and Travis turned back.
“Just so you know, daughter is amazing. Her life is filled with love and laughter, not sour bitterness and abuse. I’m going to take care of her for the rest of her life and give her the affection and care you never did. Her life will be bright and happy, which is just what she deserves.”
They ignored Martha’s yells for her to come back and she grimaced at Brenna as they left the room. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. This isn’t your responsibility anymore. Live your life like you deserve. And please take this the right way, but I hope I don’t see you again.” Brenna smiled at her as she led her to the waiting area. They sat and Brenna pointed at a door. “That’s where Mr. Peterson’s office is.”
“Good.” Travis smiled savagely. “I’ll be back soon.”
They lay in bed in a cute bed-and-breakfast on the outskirts of Albany. She was half-reclined against a mound of pillows which was the only comfortable position for her to sleep in.
Travis was playing with her fingers.
“What did you say to him?” she asked. “To Mr. Peterson?”
“I just made some things very clear to him. That he’s not to bother you again or I will make his life a living hell.”
“Travis! What if you get into trouble?”
“Then I’ll make his life a living hell.” He grinned up at her before his face grew sober. “You are not to worry about him. Or her. From now on, she doesn’t exist for you. Understand?”
He moved so he was sitting facing her.
“Are you sure you’re okay dealing with anything that might come up?” she asked worriedly.
He cupped her face. “The lawyer should do most of it. But, baby, I want to take every burden, every worry you have. All I want is for you to be happy, and safe, and loved. Forever.”
“With you, I know I will be.”
EPILOGUE
“How does that feel, Mrs. Andrews?” Travis murmured in her ear. “Not too tight?”
“No, husband,” she replied as she tugged at her restraints.
Despite the fact that she was about to be punished, she was also extremely turned on.
Possibly because she loved it every time that he called her Mrs. Andrews.
And she knew he felt the same way when she called him husband.
Ten weeks had passed since her kidnapping. The nightmares had stopped becoming a nightly occurrence and she hadn’t had one in a week. She’d also stopped panicking at the thought of flying and had gone to Vegas to get married.
They’d finally gotten word that one of the bodies in the compound was Aadan Joseph. She had felt a bit weird learning that. He had been a terrible person . . . but for a while she’d also loved him. Or, been infatuated, anyway. What she felt for him wasn’t anything like what she felt for Travis.
That consumed her.
“Good girl,” he said. “Why are you being punished?”
“Because you’re mean?” she asked.
Slap!
His hand landed on her bare ass cheek. She was face down over the spanking bench at Whip It. It had taken this long for her poor body to recover from the injuries she’d sustained.
Tyler had had a mild concussion and a couple of cracked ribs as well. The two of them had grown even closer after their ordeal together and if Travis wasn’t around when she needed something, she knew she’d turn to Tyler.
Of course that could only happen if Travis actually left her alone. At the moment, she was even having to go into work with him because he was too paranoid to let her out of his sight.
Hopefully, he calmed down at some stage.
Maybe in a year’s time.
“Why are you being punished?” he repeated.
“Because I disobeyed you when you told me not to go close to the protestors. But that was sooo long ago. I really think I’m out of the statute of limitations on punishments.”
“There is no statute of limitation on punishments.”
“Well, there should be,” she grumbled.
“I’m afraid not,” he said with a mock-sigh. “You’re going to get your bottom spanked. And then I’m going to play with you with a vibrator before I fuck you hard and leave you wanting more.”
Oh, bloody hell.
She was so screwed.
“Maybe then you’ll remember to obey me.”
They were in a dark corner of the club and it was pretty quiet. But anyone that was nearby would have a good view of her bare ass sticking up in the air. kneeling on the padded slats that came out from it.
The first slap made her jump and cry out. Several smacks later and she was really regretting her choice to disobey him.
Caren didn’t know how many spanks landed but by the time he was finished, her bottom was throbbing and she was sobbing, tears dripping down her cheeks.
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
He quickly undid her bindings and pulled her up into his arms so she was cradled against his chest.