Favo Novel
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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My first vanilla relationship—who would have thought? Closing my eyes, I imagine the look on Elena’s
face when I tell her. She’ll have plenty to say, she always has…
I can tell by the way you’re standing that you have something to tell me.
I dare a quick peek at Elena as her scarlet lips curl into a smile and she crosses her arms, flogger in
hand.
Yes, Ma’am.
You may speak.
I have a place at Harvard.
Her eyes flash.
Ma’am, I add quickly, and stare down at my toes.
I see. She walks around me as I stand naked in her basement. The chill spring air caresses my skin,
but it’s the anticipation of what’s to come that makes each of my hair follicles stand on end. That, and
the smell of her expensive perfume. My body begins to respond.
She laughs. Control! she snaps, and the flogger bites across my thighs. And I try, really try, to bring my
body to heel.
Though perhaps you should be rewarded for good behavior, she purrs. And she hits me again, across
my chest this time, but soft, more playful. It’s quite the achievement to get into Harvard, my dear, dear
pet. The flogger flies again, stinging my ass, and my legs quiver in response.
Hold still, she warns. And I stand straight, waiting for the next blow. So you’ll leave me, she whispers,
and the flogger strikes my back.
My eyes spring open and I glance at her in alarm.
No. Never.
Eyes down, she commands.
And I stare at my feet as panic overwhelms me.
You’ll leave me and find some young college girl.
No. No.
She grabs my face, her nails biting into my skin.
You will. Her ice-blue eyes burn into mine, scarlet lips twisted in a snarl.
Never, Ma’am.
She laughs and pushes me away and raises her hand. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
But the blow never comes.
When I open my eyes, Ana stands before me. She caresses my cheek and smiles. I love you, she
says.
I wake, momentarily disoriented, my heart thudding like a klaxon, and I don’t know if it’s fear or
excitement. I’m in the back of the Q7 and Ana is curled up asleep in my lap.
Ana.
She’s mine once more. And for a moment I feel giddy. A stupid grin splits my face and I shake my
head. Have I ever felt like this? I’m excited for the future. I’m excited to see where our relationship will
go. What new things we’ll try. There are so many possibilities.
I kiss her hair and rest my chin on her head. When I glance out of the window I notice that we’ve
reached Seattle. Taylor’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror.
“Are we heading to Escala, sir?”
“No, Miss Steele’s.”
The corners of his eyes crinkle. “We’ll be there in five minutes,” he says.
Whoa. We’re nearly home.
“Thank you, Taylor.” I’ve slept longer than I thought possible in the back of a car. I wonder what time it
is, but I don’t want to move my arm to check my watch as I’m holding her. I gaze down at my sleeping
beauty. Her lips are gently parted, her dark lashes fanned out, shadowing her face. And I remember
watching her sleep at The Heathman, that first time. She looked so peaceful then; she looks peaceful
now. I’m reluctant to disturb her.
“Wake up, baby.” I kiss her hair. Her eyelashes flutter and she opens her eyes. “Hey,” I murmur in
greeting.
“Sorry,” she mumbles as she sits up.
“I could watch you sleep forever, Ana.” No need to apologize.
“Did I say anything?” She looks worried.
“No,” I reassure her. “We’re nearly at your place.”
“We’re not going to yours?” She sounds surprised.
“No.”
She sits up straight and glares at me. “Why not?”
“Because you have work tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Her pout says all I need to know about her disappointment. I want to laugh out loud.
“Why, did you have something in mind?” I tease her.
She squirms in my lap.
Ow.
I still her with my hands.
“Well, maybe,” she says, looking anywhere but at me and sounding a little shy. I can’t help my laugh.
She’s courageous in so many ways, and yet still so coy in others. And as I watch her, I realize that I’ve
got to get her to open up about sex. If we’re going to be honest with each other, she has to tell me how
she feels. Tell me what she needs. I want her to be confident enough to express her desires. All of
them.
“Anastasia, I am not going to touch you again, not until you beg me to.”
“What!” She sounds a little upset.
“So that you’ll start communicating with me. Next time we make love, you’re going to have to tell me
exactly what you want in fine detail.”
That will give you something to think about, Miss Steele.
I lift her off my lap when Taylor pulls up at the curb beside her apartment. I climb out of the car, walk to
her door, and open it for her. She looks sleepy and adorable as she struggles out of the car.
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