Long gone are the 6-8K days from earlier this month when the story was flowing hot and sweet. I’ve been struggling to get 200-300 words the last few days, but I’m touching the story daily and working to get over the hump. I truly do only have a few scenes left, but some of them are major.
Mr. Morgan still has to receive a true thrashing, though I’m leading up to that scene in tonight’s wordage. *wicked laugh*
I can’t believe tomorrow’s the last day of July already. I hoped to finish this month but I’m not quite going to make it. I’m just too busy. Princess has band camp this week (which means 4 trips back and forth to the high school each day), the two youngest are at my Dad’s, and school prep is in full swing. I need to go supply shopping this weekend (you know my track record with finding all supplies in one store, hahaha) and we’re planning to go to the fair on Saturday. It’ll be my first ever. I’m still putting in longer hours than usual for work, but if I can at least touch the story each day, I’m hoping to keep that iron hot until I can find the time to just let the deluge sweep me through the last few scenes.
Hanging in there. Just under 64K total in The Billionaire Submissive tonight and I’m going to try and write a bit longer even though I’ll pay for it tomorrow.
He paused a moment, dark eyes flickering toward her where she lay on his bed. “Aren’t you going to do the same? Mistress?”
She smiled, lazily kicking her foot back and forth off the edge of the bed. His eyes followed the movement like a dog chasing a tennis ball. “Eventually. I’m having too much fun watching you.”
He took off the shirt, revealing the darkly tanned sculpted lines of his upper body. Somewhere, he went without his shirt a great deal, and he did enough exercise or physical work to cover every inch of him in lean slabs of muscle. Black hair curled across his chest, a nice mat that she’d have fun with later.
His hands went to his trousers, but he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Poor boy must be on the edge again. This is going to be a night he’ll never forget if he’s ready to come just from me watching him take off his clothes.
Relenting a little, she decided to ask him a few questions to distract him enough that he could get his pants off. “You said you had limited experience. How many scenes have you done? How many Mistresses have you played with?”
“Casual stuff at a club, ten, maybe twenty times.”
Calmer, he managed to unbutton his trousers. The black material slid down his thighs, revealing skin as tanned as his upper body. He wore silk boxers, but she had a feeling he’d be tanned underneath too. Yum. Where did he do this deliciously naked tanning? The same dark hair sprinkled his long, powerful thighs. He kicked off his shoes and lifted each foot to pull off his socks. God, he even had sexy, gorgeous feet, well manicured and perfectly shaped, almost as elegant as his hands.
“A so-called Mistress who wanted to do a strip tease for me in pleather boots and latex while waving a fake crop around? Once. I learned my lesson. A real Mistress away from the club? You’re my first.”
Oh dear. No wonder he’s wound so tightly. As a submissive, Donovan Morgan was pretty much a virgin.