River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations Read Online Free

laughed, smelling the cigar before putting it in his suit jacket. “Oh, Jordana. You’re mine this week. At my beck and call. You will stay at my fuck house. You will not leave until our time has ended, and you will be ready for me at all times. Oh, and you’re not to wash that cunt before seeing me again. One hour. I expect you at this address.”
    I take the offered paper and suppress an internal groan.
    “Oh, and kitty …the Giannottis own the entire condo. If your game is to do more than be my fuck for the week, I highly suggest you think again,” he threatened.
    I rolled my eyes, but not before red shamed my face. The door slammed behind me, and I could hear his repulsive laugh all the way down the steps.

CHAPTER FOUR
    When, it feels scary to jump…that’s when you jump. Otherwise, you stay in the same spot your whole life. And that I can’t do . ~Jordana
    Disappearing for a week. No contact. My finger hovered over the send button for a solid two minutes before finally pressing it. I knew it would elicit a response from him. My message had been deliberate…purposely leaving out the respect he demands.
    Within a minute, the cell buzzed in my hand, alerting me of a new message: You better have sent that to me by mistake. The anger in Stefan’s words rang loud through the screen. I knew he wouldn’t have liked my message, but I had my reasons. He’d have a week to stew. A week to let his anger boil. And then when I’d “come back,” he’d release all of his pent up aggressions on me…and I’ll love every fucking second of it.
    I didn’t respond to him, debating on what to pack instead. I knew I had to pack something; otherwise, my father would have questions. However, I wouldn’t need clothes where I planned to go. Scarface wouldn’t allow me them. He never said it, but I knew better. Naked. All the time. Waiting. I wasn’t new to this game.
    Randomly throwing clothes into the bag, not giving a shit what I grabbed, my phone sounds again. Jordana. I’m busy right now and don’t have time for your games. I expect a response.
    Hmmm…I hadn’t imagined his anger would spike that fast.
    Have to leave for a week. Protection. Won’t be able to communicate. Again…I took my chances with my response. My hands shook, waiting for a response.
    And then my phone rang in my hand. He didn’t waste any time.
    “Jordana,” he gritted out through the phone before I could even properly answer.
    “Sir.”
    He sighed through the phone and I felt it throughout my entire body before it swarmed my tight bundle of nerves between my legs. I swear, it was as though his breath landed on that spot. “That’s better,” he finally said. “Now, where are you going and why?”
    “My family’s safe house.” The answer reluctantly came out. I didn’t like to lie to Stefan, but I knew I had to. “Daddy wants me there until this mess with Matty is sorted out.”
    “Not necessary. Nothing will happen to you, regardless of your brother’s poor monetary decisions.”
    That surprised me. I knew how he felt about me in bed…or on a cross or the table…but it’s always been unclear of his intentions with me outside of our time together. Hearing of his own personal protection sent another emotion coursing through me. Although, that emotion was foreign and unclear.
    “Sir, it’s what my father has asked of me. And I must do it. I hope you can respect the need to obey my family.” I wanted to press him, to taunt him, but I couldn’t find it within me to do so.
    “And what are your plans if your family can’t make this right?”
    “That’s not an option. We will.” Or more importantly… I will.
    “One week. And you’ll be back whether the debt is paid or not.” It was not a question.
    My screen flashed in front of me. He had ended the call.
    One week. That’s all it would be, and then I would be back with my Master. My Sir. My Dom. Stefan. That’s all I had to focus on to get me through this. I could do it, I