No D&E this morning as expected. Middle had a late basketball game last night so I didn’t even try for early today. I did manage a couple of hundred words in the car after dimming my laptop screen so it didn’t affect That Man’s driving too much.
Story wise I’m on the very edge of the first shocking reveal. Ranay is going to hear some very disturbing things. Is it really Charlie’s work? Or someone else? But why would the FBI think it’s him…? She’s on her own and heading into the darkest point of the story.
Yesterday’s final NaNo count: 24,634
His pants hung open enough to reveal the dark cotton of his briefs and the bulge hidden beneath. He tugged the black T-shirt over his head, bare skin drawing my gaze up. He was as lean as I suspected, chiseled muscle that made my mouth water. More chest hair than I’d seen on a man before but not so much that I thought of a burly backwoodsman. Both his left shoulder and pec bore ink. From the eagle, flag, and skulls, I guessed some kind of hardcore military background, but I couldn’t concentrate on the design.
A silver ring was planted in his left nipple.
I could almost feel that metal between my teeth.
He stood silent and unassuming, not threatening or large. His arms were loose at his sides, his shoulders down and relaxed. Nothing screamed domination and control in his stance.
Until I dragged my gaze back up his body to his eyes.
I trembled. I couldn’t help it. The fire blazing in his dark eyes seared my brain to ash. It took all my concentration to force out one word. “Master.”
His eyes. Always his eyes. It was why I’d worked so hard at never really seeing him, or at least never meeting his gaze fully. Once he saw what I really was, I knew I’d never be able to escape. He needed no cuffs or chains or collars to bind me to him. All he needed was that dark all-consuming need that swallowed me whole and left me crying for more.