All Chapters of Save Me, Mister: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

*LEONARDO* Does that old cargo think something like this would pressure me into marriage? I’ve had enough of the both of them. “Find out anything incriminating you can on Daphne,” I told Gary the moment I walked into the study. “Someone like her must have a trail of buried messes. Dig up everything. And take this bullshit down from every site that posted it.” I was no moral police. The things I had done over the years could not be softened with a word as mild as “terrible.” But I had given that woman more chances than she deserved to stay away from me. She had chosen to keep pushing and I would make sure she disappeared from my life permanently.******** Later, when I walked into my bedroom, the bed was empty. Disappointment filled my soul. Why wasn’t Jamin on my bed?I thought he preferred sleeping here. Really having the urge to hold him, I headed off to his room. He was asleep when I got there, back turned toward the entrance. Well, it was alm

*JAMIN* It was another day of carefully avoiding Mister. Luckily for me, he seemed occupied with work these past few days and hadn’t tried to pull me into anything physical. I was grateful for the space… I needed that space to think straight. But a quiet part of me knew it wouldn’t last. If he tried to pounce on me, there was so little I could do to stop him. At almost six in the morning, I tried to sneak out of the house again without running into him. I opened my bedroom door a fraction at a time and checked both directions. The hallway looked empty. I stepped out and moved as quietly as I could toward the stairs. I had almost reached them when the door to his room opened. I spun on instinct, already looking for somewhere to disappear. “Jamin.” The sound of my name stopped me cold. I drew a slow breath, forced my expression into something neutral, and turned around. He was already fully dressed, dark trousers, a crisp shirt

*JAMIN* As I hurried out of his bedroom, I stared at the long hallway.I was supposed to run around this enormous mansion while wearing…I looked down at myself…Well…then again, he always said the staff knew when to stay away.That should be the least of my worries right now. I have to hide! My bare feet slapped against the cold floor as I sprinted up the main staircase, the fluffy tail bouncing behind me with every step. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it in my ears. I could already feel the bunny suit shifting against my skin, the cool air touching my exposed ass as I moved. I ducked into the first guest bedroom on the second floor and dropped behind the heavy curtains, pressing my back against the cool window glass. My breathing was too loud. I forced myself to slow it down, listening. For a while there was only silence. Then, faintly, I heard his footsteps on the stairs…slow, deliberate, unhurried. “Oh, little bunny…” Mister’s voice drifted

Where had things gone wrong? Luca Madrigal asked himself the question for what felt like the hundredth time as he drained the last of his wine and stared across the long, empty dining table. The crystal glasses and unused silverware gleamed under the chandelier. Tonight had been the date he set aside every month for the family dinner. In theory it was tradition. In practice, his children had stopped treating it as anything more than an optional inconvenience years ago. Sometimes he had to threaten. Sometimes he had to invent a convenient illness. Only then would his daughter make the effort to appear. The sons rarely bothered at all. Especially Leonardo. If Leonardo had been here, Luca would not have cared about the others. Leonardo was the only one who had ever been truly useful. The thought should have brought satisfaction, instead, it left a bitter taste. He still remembered the cold precision with which the boy had spoken to him the l

*JAMIN* I was still lying on the bed with the duvet pulled over my naked body, staring at the ceiling and turning the same questions over in my mind. Why had he stopped after only two strokes? Did he not enjoy it?The door opened. I lifted my head and saw Mister walking in, expression unreadable. He came straight to the foot of the bed. “Mister…” “Turn around.” I quickly braced myself, thinking he had changed his mind and intended to continue. I rolled onto my stomach and waited, shoulders tense. Instead of the sound of the whip, I felt the mattress dip as he sat beside me. A moment later something cool and smooth touched the hottest part of one welt. Ointment. He spread it carefully, fingers gentle, covering every raised line with thorough, almost clinical care. “I don’t want to do anything too extreme to you,” He said quietly. “I can’t. I know what your body can handle and what it can’t. Don’t try to talk me into it again.” I pouted