I snuggled up to him.
“Master?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m really tired.”
He pulled me closer and rested his chin on the top of my head. “Go to sleep, pet. I’ve got you.”
With the safety and security of his arms around me, I did exactly that.
Forty-Two
MY ALARM WOKE ME THE next morning at 5:47 a.m. As was my usual routine, I reached over and hit the snooze button before kicking the blankets off. Oddly enough, the bed didn’t feel nearly as cold as it usually did. It was then that I remembered there was a warm body next to me, and I smiled to myself before opening my eyes.
Master was still asleep and I couldn’t resist watching him for a few minutes. The smooth lines of his face, the dark stubble on his jaw, the way his thick lashes fanned out over his cheeks. The man truly was a sight to see first thing in the morning. He looked so peaceful.
This was so much better than sneaking in a few extra minutes of shut-eye.
Unfortunately, my alarm went off again and this time, Master woke up, stretching as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him.
“Why’re you staring at me?” he mumbled, holding me tighter, as though that would stop me from ogling him.
“Because you’re pretty.”
He smacked my naked ass, making me giggle.
“You get up too damn early,” he grumbled against my ear.
“It’s because I have slave drivers for bosses,” I teased.
The emotional chaos from yesterday seemed to be at bay, which I was grateful for. I did feel a lot better and I was sure that had to do with the fact that I’d let myself cry it out. That was always a release for me and I figured I should probably schedule time every week to simply sit down and let the tears fall. It would keep me from having an emotional breakdown, anyway.
“I need to take a shower,” I told Master as I inched out from his hold.
I didn’t want to, but I did have to get to work. As it was, I owed my bosses an explanation for yesterday. What I’d done was necessary for my well-being; however, it wasn’t professional. And they didn’t deserve me abandoning them like that.
As I was climbing out of bed, Master smacked my ass again, this time making me yelp.
“Make sure the water’s hot,” he commanded, his voice rough with sleep.
I practically skipped to the shower and turned on the water. I let it heat up while I brushed my teeth. I didn’t have much time to spare, so I hurried beneath the warm water, secretly hoping Master would join me. I giggled a few minutes later when he did.
“You’re way too chipper in the morning,” he groused.
I wasn’t usually, but he knew that because he’d spent time with me.
“I’m thinking you need a good fucking to calm you down.”
Oh, that sounded perfect. However, it would likely have the opposite effect. If I started off the morning with Master screwing me senseless, there was no way I would not have a great day.
When he jerked me back against him, I moaned. His hands cupped my breasts roughly as he pressed his cock against my behind.
“Put your foot up on the ledge.”
I rested my foot on the small shelf I used to shave my legs and hold my shampoo and conditioner.
“Now bend over and put your hands on the wall.”
Without hesitation, I did as he instructed when he released me.
I squealed when he pressed his thumb against my asshole.
“God, I dream about fucking this pretty ass.” He guided his cock between my legs. “But not this mornin’. Right now, I’m gonna fuck your tight little cunt until you scream.”
He did exactly that, and I gave him what he wished for.
•
Master left my apartment after our shower, giving me plenty of time to get ready. I made it into the office at seven thirty and Jordan was standing in the lobby waiting for me. With his arms crossed over his chest, he looked somewhat intimidating. I wondered briefly if that was how his submissive saw him.
“You and I need to have words,” he said, his tone firm.
“Why?”
“What happened to you yesterday? You ran outta here like your ass was on fire.”
Feeling guilty, I glanced down at the floor. “I’m sorry. I had…to deal with something.”
Jordan put his hands on his hips. “What?”
“Personal issues.”
He didn’t say anything and I realized he was waiting for me to look at him. I lifted my gaze, expecting the backlash. It didn’t come and what he did next was probably worse than his wrath.
Jordan pinched my chin gently and held my head so I was looking right into his eyes. “Next time, I expect you to talk to me. We’re friends, right?”
I nodded, the movement limited by his hold on me.
“Good. Now, I’m not going to pry right now, but when you’re ready, call me. We’ll do lunch or dinner or whatever. Just…” I could sense the concern in his voice. “I was worried about you.”
