Expensive - Amy Bellows Page 0,10
even has three paperback novels in there—all by Louis L’Amour, an author I off-handedly mentioned liking in an interview three years ago.
At first, I don’t even remember mentioning it. But when I ask Andrew how he knew, he blushes and admits he’s seen every interview with me he could find on YouTube. That’s a lot of interviews. I’ve been in the business a long time.
“So, you want to read on the beach?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Uh, yeah. What else would we do?”
I hold back a smile. “Walk through the waves? Play volleyball with the net they have set up over there? Nap?”
He looks away from me. “Right. Sorry.”
Maybe it’s been so long since Andrew interacted with people that he’s forgotten how.
“How about this? Take a nice, long walk with me. Chat for a bit. And then we’ll come back and read.”
He shakes his head. “It’s fine. We don’t have to read.”
“You said you’d let me plan this trip, didn’t you? Said we could do whatever I wanted?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
I press a finger to his lips. “Say ‘yes, Daddy.’”
He gives me this sweet, shy smile that makes me want to take him back to the hotel and fuck him silly. “Yes, Daddy. We can do whatever you want.”
I stand up and offer him my hand. “That’s what I thought. So, you like books?”
“Um, yeah. You know how all dragons collect something? My hoard is books. Specifically pretty books. I’m particularly fond of old books in mint condition, but I like them all.”
That’s very endearing.
“What’s your favorite book?”
He stops and looks at me like I’ve just said something offensive. “How on earth could I choose a favorite? There are so many. Maybe if you narrowed it down by genre. Or year. Or maybe by author.”
I bring his hand up to my lips and kiss his knuckles.
“What?” he says.
“Nothing. I just enjoy your company. That’s all.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
He swallows hard and tries to shrug off the compliment, but his smile is a little too bright. He doesn’t have to tell me that my little compliment meant the world to him.
I guide him to the water and try to calm myself. This all seems too good to be true. A sweet omega who adores me. Who doesn’t mind that I can’t bond to him. Who has kinks so similar to my own it’s uncanny.
“I should have asked you this before pleasing you in the hotel room, but I’d like you to tell me about your sexual experience. On the list you gave me, what have you tried and what haven’t you tried?”
He bites his lip. “I, uh, haven’t done most of it. I’ve only had sex once. But there was a camera to ensure my inheritance, and Edward had to take Viagra. Even with the Viagra, he didn’t come. Neither of us did. He just penetrated me for a while, then gave up. So I haven’t really… It wasn’t actually sex. At least it wasn’t to me.”
How could Andrew’s parents allow something like that to happen? And if that was his only time having sex, how had he come up with his list?
A horrible thought occurs to me. Andrew seems to know everything about me, and his list matches my kinks perfectly. Did he only ask for all those things in a desperate attempt to get me to agree to his contract?
I stop and turn to him. “Andrew, why did you choose me? For a million dollars, you could have hired any number of escorts or hired knots. Or any porn star, for that matter. Why me?”
He ducks his head. “Your videos are my favorite. You perform all the stuff I like. And I… I wanted someone I could trust to be rough with me.”
I think he’s telling the truth, but watching kink and performing it are two different things.
“Has anyone been rough with you before?”
His shoulders scrunch together, and he grabs for his elbow. I want to reach out and tell him it’s okay, but it’s really important we have this conversation.
“My alpha father used to hurt me. It wasn’t sexual. I just didn’t have any control, and that was the scariest part. There was one time he held me down so violently I couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t know if I was going to die or not. All I knew was that my life wasn’t up to me in that moment. It was up to him. With you, I get to choose. You’ll be the Dom, but I get to set the boundaries.