Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I laughed.
With booze came honesty.
Then he patted my chest. “I can’t be disrespectful to you. You’re a great boss.”
“Well, that’s good to know.” I smiled to myself and prevented him from veering left.
“I love workin’ for you,” he slurred. “Please don’t fire me.”
For chrissakes.
“I have no reason to fire you.”
I slowed us down a bit so the last of our group could get on the elevators before us.
I had a feeling James would wake up with some regrets in the morning.
“Damn,” he whispered, shaping his hand around my bicep. “You’re, uh… Damn.”
I cleared my throat.
I could probably stop him, but I didn’t mind the ego boost. After nineteen years with Nate, where we were both great at showing appreciation for each other’s bodies, it’d been a lonely, lonely year. So if James wanted to drunkenly express that he found me hot, I wasn’t gonna stop him.
Eventually, we made it into an elevator, and I pushed the button for the fourth floor.
“Jordan likes you,” he sighed. “He says you’re, uh…perfect Daddy material.”
Fuck.
“Does he?”
“Mm.” He bobbed his head and leaned back against the wall. “He ain’t wrong.”
I raked my teeth across my bottom lip and narrowed my eyes. I wanted to ask questions, but it felt like taking advantage.
I guess I’d kinda assumed James was the Daddy in their mix—just…one of those submissive Daddies.
He still could be, of course.
“We’ve never…” He waved a hand, as if that filled in the rest of the sentence. “You know?”
I let out a laugh. “I don’t know. You’ve never what?”
“Exactly,” he said. “And then you came along, and we started talking about those fantasies.”
Oof. Okay, time to get him into bed.
I ushered him to our room and tapped the key card before entering. His bed was the first one, so I led him there and sat him down.
“I’mma strip you of the shirt and shoes. You do whatever you want with the rest, okay?” I started unbuttoning his shirt. “Warn me if you need to throw up.”
He definitely looked woozy.
“I can do it, boss…” He fell back against the mattress and went straight for his jeans. “Fuck clothes.”
Right. I took a step back. “I gotta take a leak.”
I did more than that in the bathroom, though, ’cause I had to make sure I didn’t lose it. I took a piss, I washed up, I brushed my teeth, then contemplated a cold shower. But I decided I was good. Oh—I checked my phone too. No new messages. Nothing from Nate.
Then I headed out to the drunk again, and I had to laugh when I saw him. He’d passed out right where I’d left him, in the middle of trying to push down his jeans.
“What am I gonna do with you?” I sighed and bent down to tug off his shoes.
Becoming buddies with my employee had really worked out for me.
Two weeks later
Arlington
Nathan Riley
Ash should’ve landed by now.
I bet he’d come home with a tan.
Fucker.
Had he slept with anyone on the cruise? Met a bunch of Littles who piqued his interest?
Focus.
I swallowed and glanced around me. Hallie would be out in a few minutes. Not that I didn’t love waiting for her while she hunted down a dress for a school dance. She’d literally forbidden me to help her.
“Not this time, Dad. I love you, and I will save the receipt if you’ll end up insisting I return it, but you’re not coming inside. Okay? I forbid you. I’ll be back in half an hour. And yes, I remember the budget. Wait in the car.”
I released a breath, feeling sorry for myself, and killed some time by checking my Mclean app. I was part of a group that was hosting an event for newbies soon, and it looked like we’d have a good turnout.
My next event after that was a smaller one, up in the dojo, and I noticed we had a new member joining us.
I clicked on their profile, curious.
@Lilducky
Little
Brat
Sadomasochist
Primal prey
Switch
Boy
Hello, I’m Lil ducky!!!!! I love my husband, birds, humiliation, monkey bread, drawing, tattoos, rape play/CNC, and domestic servitude with my own twist. And I’m curious about cuckolding, bondage, and orgies. You’ll find me in the brat group!
#TeamHouseMclean
He was incredibly cute in his profile photo.
I hadn’t seen him around before, so he must be new to the community. At least where physical visits were concerned. I could see he’d been a member of the online community since last year.
Over the next few days, I grew increasingly unsettled whenever I saw Ash. Screw the tan—what bothered me was his demeanor.
He was back in the kink community, full throttle, and I could tell he was putting on a charade when he came over to the house. It was his week to do pickups and drop-offs, and I happened to be working from home because I didn’t have any patients. Not this week anyway. I was catching up on paperwork and bookkeeping. And that meant I was sitting at the kitchen table every morning when he stopped by at six, in order to make it look like he lived here.