Cruel Water (The Dirty Heroes Collection Book 11) by Dee Palmer

Author:Dee Palmer [Palmer, Dee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-21T23:00:00+00:00

8

This is proving more of challenge than I had anticipated. I have possibly the best equipped dungeon in the world at the club, but my home, since I never bring anyone here, is an entirely different story. Still, I’m nothing if I’m not resourceful. I have raided the kitchen drawers, the cupboards, and the pantry for the last twenty minutes, much to Winston’s amusement and confusion.

“What is it you are searching for specifically, sir? I might be able to point you in the right direction.” He hovers at my shoulder, shadowing my every step.

“Nothing specific, Winston. I’m just searching.” I pick up a long metal spatula from the utensil drawer and give it a cursory swish in the air. Satisfied, I place it on the tray next to the rest of my ‘haul’. A frosting knife, hair brush, clothes pins, a peeling knife, a small ice bucket filled with cubes, a wine bottle, and from the equipment room, a length of climbing rope, some carabiners, and a rubber ball. I also have some not-so-subtle vegetables—a cucumber, carrot, and a rather large butternut squash, after all, everything a dildo if you’re brave enough. “Do we have any peppermint extract?”

“Is Sir planning on baking?” Winston arches his brow, his dry humor curling his lips.

“Funny, do we have any?” I clip.

“We do,” He walks into the pantry and returns with a small brown bottle of flavoring, places it on the tray, and continues to pretend he is not remotely interested in what I’m doing. He is, however, irritated I’m doing it in his kitchen. Regardless, I shall be out of his hair shortly. I have no intention of divulging my plan. Even so, the wicked smile on my face is evidence enough that I am enjoying myself.

Tapping my fingers lightly on my lips, I muse to myself, trying to reconcile the plethora of desires I am eager to satiate, with the tools at my disposal. It should be enough. I load the tray with a large bottle of water and take a bunch of the bananas from the table. Winston coughs up the sip of tea he had only partly swallowed.

“Food. These are for food.” I explain. Lifting the tray, I catch the roll of his eyes and his tight lip. “And Winston…”

“Sir?” He faces me, impassive and resignedly obedient.

“I don’t want to be disturbed. Understand?”

“Very good, sir. You know where I am if you need anything.”

“I won’t. I have everything I need right here.”

“I’m very glad to hear it.” He nods his head, and the warmth of his generous heart seeps out in the softness of his expression. I turn away before I say something kind and wholly out of character. I don’t want to scare the poor man.

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