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best friend, Abby, it’s my job to look out for you. Now Todd grew up next door to the Clarks. He’s known them all his life.” She looked at me with an evil grin. “Nathaniel’s dated three women seriously. Paige first, then Beth, and Melanie was the last one. Jackson called Melanie the ‘Pearl Girl’ because she always had this strand of pearls on.” She looked at my choker. “Hate to know what he’ll call you. Can’t Nathaniel give you a ring like a regular guy?”
She kept on talking, but my mind was still processing what she’d just said. Three women. Three submissives. Three that the family knew of.
Felicia was still talking, “Nathaniel and Melanie broke up five months ago. Jackson said she was a real bitch and he was glad to see her go.” She gave me an evil grin. “He also said you weren’t Nathaniel’s normal type, but that you seemed to be good for him.”
That was the second person close to Nathaniel in two days who’d said I was good for him. They couldn’t both be wrong, could they?
A new burst of energy shot through me and I wasn’t as sleepy as I’d been minutes before.
“That new movie we wanted to see comes on tonight,” she said. “Want to watch it?”
It’d been too long since Felicia and I had bonding time—we were seriously overdue. “How long does it stay on?” I asked.
“Until eleven.”
The movie finished at eleven. I had to be up at six. That was still seven hours of sleep—longer than I’d had the last two nights.
“Sure, let’s watch it.”
CHAPTER
TEN
Apprehension gnawed at me as I was driven to Nathaniel’s house on Friday night. His admin had called me at the library on Wednesday and said, “Mr. West will see you at eight on Friday—his car will pick you up, as usual.” That was all. No details. No explanations. No nothing.
I was a bit disappointed—I rather liked our Friday night dinners. Eating with him before heading to his room eased me into the weekend nice and gently. And maybe it was just me, but I had the feeling he liked them as well. If for no other reason than to tease me. To work me up to what he had planned. Of course, I had a pretty good idea of what he had planned for the weekend. I had used the plug as directed and felt ready.
But still. I had the strangest feeling I was missing something.
It was dark when the car pulled into his driveway. No Apollo to meet me. No Nathaniel opening the door before I knocked.
I rang the doorbell.
The door opened slowly and Nathaniel waved me inside.
“Abigail.”
I nodded. Why were we standing in the foyer? Why was he looking at me like that?
“Did you have a good week?” he asked. “You may answer.”
“It was fine.”
“Fine?” he asked, both eyebrows going up. “I’m not entirely sure fine is the appropriate response.”
I thought back over the week. Trying to see where this was going.
Nothing out of the ordinary sprung to mind. Work was the same. Felicia was the same. I did all the jogging. All the ridiculous yoga. I got eight—
Oh, no.
Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, noooooo…
“Abigail,” he said calmly. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”
“I only got seven hours of sleep on Sunday night,” I whispered, looking at the floor.
How the hell did he know?
“Look at me when you speak.”
I looked up at him. His eyes were blazing.
“I only got seven hours of sleep on Sunday night,” I said again.
“Seven hours?” He took a step closer. “Do youthink I put together a plan for your wellbeing because I’m bored and have nothing better to do? Answer me.”
My face was hot. I was certain I’d pass out any moment. Passing out would be good. Passing out would be preferable. “No, Master.”
“I had plans for this evening, Abigail,” he said. “Things I wanted to show you. Instead we’ll have to spend the evening in my room working on your punishment.”
He looked as if he wanted me to say something. I wasn’t sure I could speak. “I’m sorry to
She kept on talking, but my mind was still processing what she’d just said. Three women. Three submissives. Three that the family knew of.
Felicia was still talking, “Nathaniel and Melanie broke up five months ago. Jackson said she was a real bitch and he was glad to see her go.” She gave me an evil grin. “He also said you weren’t Nathaniel’s normal type, but that you seemed to be good for him.”
That was the second person close to Nathaniel in two days who’d said I was good for him. They couldn’t both be wrong, could they?
A new burst of energy shot through me and I wasn’t as sleepy as I’d been minutes before.
“That new movie we wanted to see comes on tonight,” she said. “Want to watch it?”
It’d been too long since Felicia and I had bonding time—we were seriously overdue. “How long does it stay on?” I asked.
“Until eleven.”
The movie finished at eleven. I had to be up at six. That was still seven hours of sleep—longer than I’d had the last two nights.
“Sure, let’s watch it.”
CHAPTER
TEN
Apprehension gnawed at me as I was driven to Nathaniel’s house on Friday night. His admin had called me at the library on Wednesday and said, “Mr. West will see you at eight on Friday—his car will pick you up, as usual.” That was all. No details. No explanations. No nothing.
I was a bit disappointed—I rather liked our Friday night dinners. Eating with him before heading to his room eased me into the weekend nice and gently. And maybe it was just me, but I had the feeling he liked them as well. If for no other reason than to tease me. To work me up to what he had planned. Of course, I had a pretty good idea of what he had planned for the weekend. I had used the plug as directed and felt ready.
But still. I had the strangest feeling I was missing something.
It was dark when the car pulled into his driveway. No Apollo to meet me. No Nathaniel opening the door before I knocked.
I rang the doorbell.
The door opened slowly and Nathaniel waved me inside.
“Abigail.”
I nodded. Why were we standing in the foyer? Why was he looking at me like that?
“Did you have a good week?” he asked. “You may answer.”
“It was fine.”
“Fine?” he asked, both eyebrows going up. “I’m not entirely sure fine is the appropriate response.”
I thought back over the week. Trying to see where this was going.
Nothing out of the ordinary sprung to mind. Work was the same. Felicia was the same. I did all the jogging. All the ridiculous yoga. I got eight—
Oh, no.
Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, noooooo…
“Abigail,” he said calmly. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”
“I only got seven hours of sleep on Sunday night,” I whispered, looking at the floor.
How the hell did he know?
“Look at me when you speak.”
I looked up at him. His eyes were blazing.
“I only got seven hours of sleep on Sunday night,” I said again.
“Seven hours?” He took a step closer. “Do youthink I put together a plan for your wellbeing because I’m bored and have nothing better to do? Answer me.”
My face was hot. I was certain I’d pass out any moment. Passing out would be good. Passing out would be preferable. “No, Master.”
“I had plans for this evening, Abigail,” he said. “Things I wanted to show you. Instead we’ll have to spend the evening in my room working on your punishment.”
He looked as if he wanted me to say something. I wasn’t sure I could speak. “I’m sorry to
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