Serving: Curvy Submissive & Older Dom (Submission Island Book 4) by Q. Zayne

Author:Q. Zayne [Zayne, Q.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic BDSM Serial
Publisher: Hughes Empire
Published: 2017-06-16T16:00:00+00:00

I hurried back to the relative safety of my assigned rooms, too splattered and disturbed to face Marcus. I was late, anyway. I couldn’t stand being a tardy submissive, I felt bad enough.

A long, stinging shower and good buffing with a fluffy towel restored me. I paced and cursed myself for missing my session. I had so little time here, and I blew this day and my chance to be over my master’s lap. Damn, I needed that spanking.

Replaying my encounter with Isabella did nothing but confuse me. My relief at being rescued from the labyrinth dominated the encounter. I didn’t know whether to take her manner and words as a threat or a warning. The kindness and connection with her I sensed upon arrival were gone.

Perhaps she felt jealous, too. If I had Marcus to myself, I’d do almost anything to keep him.

I stopped. Monkeys went silent. Isabella had to have been nearby to get into the labyrinth so fast when I screamed. Did she manipulate the hedge somehow? She was fabulously wealthy. I’d be a fool to put anything past her. Her presence might be the answer to my missing hair band.

I sighed and padded to the enormous closet. I took out a thin linen dressing gown and slid into it. I might be overreacting to everything. It seemed unlikely she made the sounds of a huge beast crashing through the hedge to get me. Her unmarked skin and perfect gown made the thought preposterous. As always, she looked exquisitely put together with her priceless jewelry and flawless skin. It seemed absurd to think she’d torment me.

Still, something happened in the labyrinth. The noise was real, she even offered the excuse of an aggressive gardener. I smiled. Now that I was safe, that excuse brought up sexy imaginings.

The knock on my suite’s door made me jump. Okay, I didn’t feel completely safe. I empathized with Marcus’ traumatized bride. She couldn’t have felt safe here, either.

“Cleo? Cleo, are you alright? It’s me, Marcus.”

I smoothed my hair and opened the door. The sight of him stopped my breath. The filtered sunlight loved that man as much as I did. The streaks of silver in his hair, his squint lines, his noble face with the broad planes of his cheekbones that reminded me of Maya royalty made me want to read his features with my fingers. The sight of his beard made me blush. My body remembered all the places it brushed me.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m so sorry I missed our appointment. I got lost in the labyrinth, something was crashing in there, coming after me. I was late, and upset, so I came here.” I stepped back from the door, wanting him to enter, longing to regain the chance of spending time with him.

“It’s alright.” He closed the door behind him and gave me a warm smile. “Everything is alright. You’re safe now. I understand.” He stroked my neck, enfolded me in his arms. He pressed his lips to my throat.

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