Blackestnights by Cindy Jacks Read Free Book Online

night.”
    Memories of the bondage and training flooded my mind. Had I really had the courage to do such things? Yes, I had and this morning I felt glorious, well, glorious and quite sore. Black had used my body in ways I’d never dared.
    “Here.” He handed me a couple of pain relievers and a glass of water.
    “How did you know?” But as soon as I’d asked the question, I knew it was foolish. I wasn’t the first woman he’d trained and clearly he knew the toll it would take, at least until I grew accustomed to holding positions for long periods and opening my body.
    Grew accustomed , the phrase rattled around my head. Would I stick around for more play? Would Black allow me to stay? Somehow I’d already made the mental leap that he was my Dom and I his sub. He had, after all, allowed me to stay the night. That had to mean something, didn’t it?
    “What’s going on behind that thousand-mile stare?” He settled in next to me, his arms around me.
    “I was just thinking how new all this is…for me…but that I like it. I…I like you.” My heart pounded. If he rejected me I’d burst into flame right then and there. But he didn’t.
    “I like you too. I haven’t had a woman in my bed in a very long time.”
    Though I noticed the distinction he’d made between his bed and the playroom , I didn’t push him to clarify. Best not to ask a question I didn’t want the answer to.
    With a gentle squeeze, he released me then laid out a fluffy white robe. “You can put this on and join me in the kitchen when you’re ready for your reward.”
    After relaxing for a while longer, letting the Tylenol kick in, I eased out of bed and slipped on the robe. The clock on the nightstand read ten past eleven. I’d really slept late and I was starving. The scent of coffee and eggs drew me down the hall.
    Black presented me with a plate of eggs, fresh fruit and buttered wheat toast.
    “I scrambled the eggs because I wasn’t sure how you like them. That’s something I’ll have to learn.”
    “I like over medium, but scrambled is great. Thanks.” I took the plate and a cup of coffee.
    “Cream and sugar?” he asked, opening the fridge.
    “No, thanks.”
    I settled into the bench seat of the breakfast nook, grateful for the ample padding. My pussy and ass ached despite the medication.
    “Still sore?” he asked, splashing a healthy dose of cream into his mug.
    “A little.”
    Stirring some sugar into his coffee, he said, “We can take it easy today. No playtime if you’re not up for it.”
    Something in the tone of his voice told me that even though he seemed genuine in his offer to let me rest, he would be disappointed if I said I didn’t want to continue my training. Besides, I wanted to carry on. We’d hardly scratched the surface of all there was to explore in his world of pleasure and pain.
    “I don’t need a break.” I took a sip of coffee, savoring the almost chocolate richness of the blend.
    “Good.” He grinned at me.
    Once he’d taken a seat, I tucked into my food. He’d added something to the eggs, something I couldn’t quite place, but they were delicious.
    “This is fantastic,” I said around a cheekful of food.
    “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
    Once I’d swallowed, I smiled. “Thanks for my reward. Breakfast is wonderful, I was starving.”
    “Oh, this isn’t your reward.”
    Furrowing my brow, I tried to decode his expression, but found him as closed off as he’d been most of the time we’d spent together.
    “Fine. Have your secret.”
    His eyes gleamed as he took another sip of coffee.
    Once I’d finished eating and cleared my place, he held out a hand. “Come with me. Close your eyes.”
    Now I was really intrigued, but I did as I was told, letting him lead me through the house.
    “Open your eyes.”
    On the dining room table lay a shiny new laptop with a carrying case, a leather-bound journal, a Montblanc box and a copy of the Chicago Manual of Style .
    “What’s this?”