Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Hi, Joshua,” I say softly. “I’m Katherine Morgan. It’s nice to meet you. I sure wish we’d met under different circumstances than you breaking into my house and absconding with me.”
Josh smirks. “Absconding with you?”
I grin. “Yeah. Absconding. And you gave me a freaking heart attack when you did it, by the way. Oh my God.”
He flashes an adorable grin. “I’m sorry, Katherine. I didn’t mean to scare you when I absconded with you. It’s just that when I saw you walking down the sidewalk the other day, I had to have you.” He glances at the clock and I follow his gaze. It’s a few minutes to ten. He trains his beautiful blue eyes back on me. “Please forgive me if I scared you.”
“I forgive you. You’ve given me intense pleasure, Joshua—pleasure I couldn’t have imagined.”
His beautiful eyes are smoldering at me.
“Will you untie me, Joshua?” I ask softly.
He shakes his head. “I can’t. You’ll run away. And if I lose you, I’ll be wrecked.”
My heart lurches into my throat. He sounds so earnest. I can’t tell if that was Joshua Faraday the Sex-Slave-Master speaking—or Joshua William Faraday?
I open my mouth to tell him I’d be wrecked if I lost him, too, but before I can say a word, the door to the dungeon swings wide open and a slender figure wearing a ski mask bursts into the room.
I shriek in surprise and pull violently on my bindings.
“I’ve come to steal her away,” a woman’s voice says in a lackluster monotone. She holds up a plastic sword. “I saw her and I had to have her.”
I look at Josh with wide-eyed astonishment and he bursts out laughing.
The masked intruder lowers her sword and shifts her weight, her body language conveying total annoyance.
“From Justin to Kelly,” I say. “Who the heck is this poor woman, Josh?”
Josh wipes his eyes and motions to the masked figure. “Kat, this is Kaitlyn—she owns this place. Kaitlyn’s one of the top Dommes in Los Angeles.”
“The top,” Kaitlyn corrects. “If I do say so myself.”
“Sorry. The top. You can take off your mask, Kaitlyn. Oh my God. This is so fucking hilarious.”
Kaitlyn removes her mask to reveal a very attractive woman, with brown hair and dark, piercing eyes, in her early forties or so.
“Hi,” Kaitlyn says to me calmly. “I’m here to steal you away and make you my sex slave.”
I giggle. “Nice to meet you, Kaitlyn.” I jut my chin at my wrist restraint. “Sorry I can’t wave hello. So you’re here to fight to the death for me, huh?”
Josh is still laughing. “Oh my God, this is so ridiculous. I’m sorry, Kaitlyn, I should have listened to you.”
Kaitlyn rolls her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t think it would be this lame. I thought it would be fun and silly, but not lame.”
“It’s adorable. I love it. You thought of everything.”
“I was originally thinking about hiring a stuntman and choreographing a whole big thing with pyrotechnics, but the logistics just seemed crazy. There would have been, like, twenty people involved, and I didn’t think you’d like that.”
“Good call,” I say, laughing. “Embarrassing myself in front of Kaitlyn here is plenty.”
Kaitlyn shrugs. “Don’t be embarrassed. My whole life is about helping people fulfill their fantasies. This is a first, I admit, but, hey.”
“Thank you,” I say. “So what do you say we press fast-forward on the sword fight? Pretend you two have already fought and Kaitlyn lost?”
Kaitlyn nods and looks to Josh for confirmation.
“Hell no,” Josh says. He reaches down next to the bed and pulls out a plastic sword to match Kaitlyn’s. “We gotta have a sword fight, babe—I don’t care if it’s ridiculous, it’s in your script. We gotta follow the script.”
Kaitlyn and I exchange a look.
“Okay,” she says. She begrudgingly holds up her sword. “I’m here to steal her away and make her my sex-slave.”
I giggle. This is utterly ridiculous. A travesty. I absolutely love it.
Josh leaps up from the bed, on the attack. “En guarde!” he shouts.
For a few minutes, Josh and Kaitlyn whack each other’s swords like pre-schoolers on a playground while Josh shouts lines from Princess Bride, until, finally, Kaitlyn falls into a chair with a sword shoved into her armpit and dies.
“Let this be a lesson to any man who tries to abscond with what’s mine,” Josh says, standing over Kaitlyn’s body. “Fuck you, all of you. She’s mine.”
A ripple of pleasure zings through my body. It’s ridiculous, yes—but it’s freaking hot, too. The boy has put a lot of effort and thought into making my silly fantasy come to life. I can’t help but swoon.
Kaitlyn opens her eyes. “So... Is that it, then?”
“Yeah. That’ll do it.” Josh helps her up. “Thanks again for everything, Kaitlyn. You’re a trooper. Now be gone!” He laughs.
Kaitlyn shakes her head. “Have fun, you two. Now that I’ve seen you in action, I totally get it. You’re total goofballs.” She smiles for the first time since she stepped foot in the room and turns toward the door. “Be sure to turn out the lights and lock up when you go.”