Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Poor Connor with his sad dreams, expecting them to fall in his lap rather than truly work for them. Leeching from everyone else to save putting in the graft for himself.
“I don’t want you anymore,” I say, meaning it with all my heart. “We’re over.”
He knows me well enough to know I’m not joking. There will be no changing my mind with a bunch of chrysanthemums and apologies. I’ve cried enough tears over him to last a lifetime.
My ex bites his lip, standing before me like a lost little soul.
“Have you met someone else?” he asks me, and I laugh. Really laugh.
It tickles me so much I laugh my head off. The truth so ironically brilliant that I end up clutching my sides.
“Have I met anyone?!” I ask him through the giggles. “Who cares?”
“I do!” he snaps. “I care a fucking lot!”
I stop laughing and kick his rucksack closer towards him. My eyes must be cold as ice.
“I’ve met plenty of them, actually,” I say. “Now get the fuck out of my bedroom before I call the fucking police, and take your shitty flowers with you.”
He still hovers.
“Please, Ella.” His voice is so weak, he could be on his knees begging me, but I don’t want to listen to it.
“GET OUT!” I shout, and he finally holds his hands up, grabbing his bag and backing away.
“If you change your mind–” he begins, but I’m shaking my head before he finishes.
“I won’t ever change my mind, you cheating piece of crap.”
“Ok,” he says, and the sad little puppy dog I used to worship disappears from my life with his battered old rucksack on his back and his budget flowers in his hand.
The door closes behind him and I press my back to it, heart racing. I can’t believe I just did that. I turned my back on Connor. The man I thought I’d share the rest of my life with. The one I loved with all my soul.
Surely it should hurt more than it does?
But of course it doesn’t.
I’m not just the Ella who fell in love with him and moved on…
I’m a very, very happy girl called Holly now.
Chapter Eighteen
User 3267. Male. 27.
A little birdy told me you might be a sore girl in need of some ‘aftercare’ post BDSM. I’d love to treat you like a princess as I worship you – kissing, tasting, massaging everywhere from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and I mean EVERYwhere. As many places as you’ll let me. Especially the tips of your toes, please. I adore feet.
I’d love to come over yours when we’re done, but that’s all. I expect nothing else in return. Just my cum over your toes when I’ve earnt it.
Please give me the chance to worship you.
Duration – 4 hours.
Price – £1000
What a thing to land in my proposal inbox.
I’d pretty much resigned myself to being out of action until my bruises healed, but I guess not. I grin my head off because it’s obvious just who the ‘little birdy’ must be, and the ‘little birdy’ is right… I could do with some lovely ‘aftercare’ after the thrashing I took in his dungeon the other night, so why not take 3267 up on his proposal? I’ve never been treated to such a mega sounding spa day, let alone been offered £1000 to accept one.
I laugh as I share that with Ebony, but she shakes her head at me.
“Just be careful. Body worship isn’t quite a spa day, Ells. I mean, it can be, but when he says he wants to worship you EVERYwhere, he probably has a lot of EVERYwhere places in mind.”
I’m still smiling. “He can worship my EVERYwhere all day long. I can take it.”
“What about your feet? Are you ticklish?”
“Nope. Connor sucked my toes a few times when we were drunk. I loved it. He didn’t fancy it so much once we were sober, unfortunately. I used to wiggle my feet at him after a full-on day at the store, but he’d turn his nose up and push them away.”
“Cheeky bastard. You should have got one last toe sucking demo out of him before you turfed him out on his ass the other day.”
I hold my feet up to the camera, wiggling my toes. “User 3267 can have them instead.”
“I’m sure he’ll be mega grateful. Just take it seriously, ok? Worshippers can get pretty intense.”
I can’t wait to see how much more willingly my next client takes to the task than Connor ever did.
For all the laughing and joking, the nerves are still there like jingling fire sticks when the time comes around to get ready. Bravado shrivels up under the five-star reviews and my heartrate is as high as ever as I picture my task ahead with a stranger.
This stranger happens to want to worship my everywhere and jizz on my toes in the aftermath. Hardly another regular day at the office.