Chapter Four
Janie’s mouthfell open as she climaxed. Damn, she was beautiful. Cole held the dildo steady in her channel as her body rippled. The bullet wasn’t even on high, and she was coming. They would have to work on her climax control, maybe even some orgasm denial, and he would take great pleasure in training her.
This woman was turning him upside down. She gave a moan as he turned the bullet off. He waited until her breathing was less erratic, then he slid the dildo from her pussy. He ducked beneath the water, undid the rope holding the bullet in place, and surfaced.
He placed all his toys on the side of the pool. It was a good thing he’d taken that rope bondage class last year, it had come in handy. Cole went underwater again, removing Janie’s leg restraints, then he removed the ones on her wrists. He checked her skin. A little red from all her thrashing but nothing that would hurt her.
After setting the restraints aside, he lifted Janie into his arms and climbed the stairs out of the pool. The girl, no, correct that, woman, was so darn light. He’d have to make sure she was eating properly. Her eyes were closed and her breathing calm, with little puffy breaths now and then.
When she curled up against him, warmth spread throughout his body. While his dick cried out in need, all he cared about was Janie. With gentle strides, he crossed to the lounger, sat down, and cradled her in his lap.
With one hand, he snagged one of the big fluffy towels he’d placed on the table earlier, shook it out, and placed it over her body so she wouldn’t get cold.
“You are so beautiful, Janie.” The words flowed out of him without thought as he dried her off. “You respond so well to my touch, to my toys.” His cock pulsed as he spoke, but he ignored his own discomfort. He dropped the damp towel next to the lounger and grabbed a fresh one to keep her warm.
She hadn’t moved, her head resting against his shoulder, her body curled against his. The necklace gleamed around her throat. His stomach clenched. “Janie? Pet?”
“Ummm ... yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft and sleepy.
“Are you okay?” They’d played before, and she had climaxed from his toys, but not the way she’d done today. She was so responsive to him, and while he loved it, another part of him wanted to hate it.
“Perfect, Sir.” She snuggled closer to him, her even breathing ruffling his chest hair.
Cole let out a chuckle and adjusted his hold on Janie. She was obviously sated and needed some recovery time. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He’d rest for a few minutes and then carry her into the house. He needed to reassess how he was going to train her.
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“Thank goodness it’s Friday,”Janie whispered as she closed the front door and leaned against it. She loved her job, but this week had been a challenge. There were so many young girls who came in asking for advice. Too young.
Hell, she was only twenty-six, but it seemed that even the twenty-year-olds coming in knew nothing about their bodies or sex. It sometimes scared her how little they knew.
She pushed away from the door and headed for her room. Yeah, her dad had died when she was eighteen, but at sixteen he’d sat her down, and they’d talked about sex. Her dad had always been open about sex with her. So she wasn’t as ignorant as Cole thought. Not that her dad had told her everything.
She’d been aware he snuck off at night, and now she suspected maybe it had been to Whips or a club like that. Not that it mattered to her. What her father did was his business. Her mother had left when she was a baby, and her dad had deserved some happiness.
After changing her clothes, Janie made her way back downstairs. Where was Cole? He usually greeted her when she came in. She stopped in the family room and sniffed. No dinner smells either; that was odd.
She headed to the kitchen. It was empty, but there was a note on the table.
Janie, Sorry, but I had to go out. I put a casserole in the fridge you can reheat. Your journal and new reading material are in the library. Cole.
A sigh escaped. Maybe it was a good thing Cole wasn’t here. She was exhausted, and while another part of her wanted to play, she was aware it wasn’t the right time. Instead of going to the fridge, she crossed to the counter and picked up the phone.
She’d laughed when she saw Cole still had an old-fashioned landline, but he reminded her that power outages in the winter still happened, and he never wanted to be without a phone. A quick dial and she had her favorite pizzeria on the phone and was ordering. She was grinning when she hung up. In an hour food would be here, and she might as well see what Cole had left for her to read. She padded down the hallway to the library.
Her journal, two books, and a pen sat on the main table. There was a note on top of her journal. She picked it up.
You are holding back again. We will discuss this tomorrow.
“Shit,” she swore. Cole’s Dom voice came through loud and clear in the note. So what if she was holding back a little? After their time in the pool on Saturday, Cole hadn’t touched her again. Not even when she put her necklace on.
She tossed the note on the desk, marched down the hallway to his playroom, and grasped the knob. Locked. She wasn’t the only one holding back. A restless energy filled her body, and she stomped back to the library to snatch up the journal and pen before going back into the kitchen.
If he wanted to know everything she was holding back, then by God, she’d give it to him. She sat at the table and opened the journal. Finding the next blank page, she picked up the pen and began writing, only stopping when dinner arrived.
The next morning, Janie stretched in bed. She’d had a good night’s sleep, and that didn’t surprise her. After writing in the journal for hours, she’d been exhausted physically and mentally. She’d gone to bed about ten and was sound asleep before she knew it.
Sliding out of bed, she padded to the bathroom, cleaned up, and got dressed. It was early, barely seven. A run would help her clear her head for the day ahead of her. She opened her bedroom door and listened. Was Cole still asleep? She hadn’t heard him come in last night, and she hoped so. She really didn’t want to face him this early, not after what she’d written in her journal last night.
