Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“Thank the universe.” Miranda hustled out of the car. “I’ll see you in the morning, Livie. Have fun.”
Olivia followed them, taking Garrett’s hand to help her down. This was her place. She was born on this ranch and had lived all her life here. She knew the way the moon looked in all its phases. She’d run across the fields at night and camped out. She knew every inch of the place.
So why did it suddenly all feel new?
Garrett loomed over her. “Why did you run?”
She felt Keane move in behind her, but he was silent.
“I don’t know,” she replied.
“Not good enough,” Keane demanded. “You know exactly why you ran out of that house and didn’t say good-bye.”
Well, she’d decided to be honest. “Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” Keane stepped up, his eyes on her.
She was pretty sure Gigi and Miranda were already in her house, probably watching out of the windows. The fact that they had left at all was proof that they thought this was serious. Otherwise, they would be FaceTiming the crew at The Hideout and asking where the popcorn was.
If she was going to have this week with them, she needed to be honest. “Afraid that I’ll like you too much and I’ll get hurt at the end of this. Because it has to end. It can’t work. I don’t live at O’Malley Ranch, and this place has a foreman.”
“Well, I’m not sure it can’t work, but I know it won’t if we never try,” Garrett offered.
“But if you feel better with boundaries in place, let’s say any contract we have between us will last for one week,” Keane offered. “You’ll be our sub for one week and we’ll be your Masters. We will protect and care for you. We’ll pretty much do whatever you need us to do and in return…”
She knew what they wanted in return. “In return, I’m your sub and I will obey in the bedroom. Can we play now, Sir?”
“Master,” Keane said, his voice tight. “I want to be Master if I only get a week.”
She lowered her head. “Master.”
The deal was made and she was ready to begin.
* * * *
Keane felt his whole body go tight.
He was Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood’s Master for the next week. They could work out a contract in the morning, but for tonight her verbal agreement was enough. He placed his fingers under her chin, lifting it so she had to look at him. “Olivia, I accept your deal, but that is not how you greet us. You’re wearing far too many clothes. Show us to the playroom. You understand we’re going to begin with discipline, right?”
Her lower lip trembled, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t with fear. “Yes, Master.”
“Damn, I like that word from your mouth.” Garrett moved in behind her, his hands finding her hips. “Tell me you accept me, too.”
His partner had gone into top space. When he stopped asking and started demanding, Garrett was ready to go.
Olivia turned slightly. “Yes, Master. Would you like me to find you something to eat?”
Garrett growled and pulled her back against his body. “I’m eating you for dinner since you cost me mine.”
“Doesn’t sound like punishment to me,” she whispered.
Keane reached out and put a hand on her breast. “What did you say?”
It was all play, and he loved how her body responded. Not with fear but with desire. She trusted them on a base level. She didn’t consider the idea they would hurt her physically. Not anymore than she needed to bring her pleasure.
“I said it doesn’t sound like punishment,” Olivia replied. “Master.”
“Better, but don’t think that sweet attitude of yours fixes what happened tonight,” Keane explained. “You ran. You left without even telling us where you were going. Would you do that to any other person you invited into your home?”
Her eyes suddenly swelled with tears. “No.”
“And you haven’t apologized,” he pointed out.
She bit her bottom lip. “I needed the time to think.”
“So you thought while you were at the rowdy bar?” Garrett asked.
She winced. “I talked it out with Miranda and Gigi.”
Keane wasn’t about to let her get away with that. “In the rowdy bar where it was nearly impossible to hear anything?”
“We’re good at talking in bars. Lots of practice.”
He stepped back. “This is a conversation best had without your clothes on, Olivia.”
Her lips curled up slightly. “Yes, Master.”
“Unless the bar fight you got into tonight has left you sore,” he pointed out. “You took a couple of punches.”
Her eyes rolled. “Lola can’t punch to save her life. I didn’t even feel it.”
“I bet she felt it when you snatched her hair,” Garrett pointed out.
“Well, if she didn’t want to lose her hair, she should have thought before saying shitty things about me in a place where I should feel safe. I also didn’t like the fact that she had a hand on one of my men,” Olivia announced. “And I’ll do it again. You can’t spank the sass out of me, Master.”