Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
A soft satisfied purr escapes her lips. “I like it when you say that,” she whispers.
“Good girl?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll say it often.” I squat in front of her and help her into the panties. “Lie back for me.”
She obeys me, letting me pull the panties up her legs. I’m careful as I lift the elastic over her wound and then tug them up around her waist. “There.”
“Do you have bras in that box?” She sits up and peers over the side.
“Nope. I’ve had this box for a year. I couldn’t have known what size my mate’s breasts might be. We can buy some soon, but I kind of like knowing I can reach out and stroke your breasts without the padding in the way.” To emphasize my point, I cup her soft globes and thumb the hard nipples.
She purrs for me, arching into my touch. “Daddy…”
My heart lurches at the sound of that word coming from her lips so effortlessly. Cupping her face, I bend to bring my lips to hers. I kiss her gently before whispering, “So sweet…” And then I kiss her again, deepening the connection in seconds.
Angling her head to one side, I glide my tongue along her lips and then slip inside the moment she opens for me. It’s been a long time since I’ve kissed a woman, and I’m certain it was nothing like this. I’m a hundred times more connected to Brea than any other person I’ve ever met. It makes the kiss more intimate.
Brea grips my forearms and holds on to me while I continue to ravage her mouth. She’s panting heavily when I release her lips. “Daddy…” This time, the word is sultry. Pleading. Needy. Heaven.
She needs food, though. We both do. I sweep her into my arms, careful not to jostle her leg too much, and cradle her against my chest as I carry her from the bedroom.
She wraps her arms around my neck and leans her cheek against my shoulder. Her stomach growls.
“You need food,” I reiterate.
“I haven’t eaten for over twenty-four hours,” she points out.
When I reach the kitchen, I settle her on her bottom on the counter. “Sure you have. I’ve been feeding you.”
Her brows furrow. “How?”
I lift one of the empty bottles from the sink and hold it up.
Her eyes go wide. “Bottles?”
“It was either that or an IV. You were dehydrated and in desperate need of fluids and calories, Little love.” I pat her thighs. “Do you think you can sit here without falling? Are you steady enough?”
She rolls those pretty brown eyes. “Yes.”
I smirk. “Don’t get sassy with me, Little love. Remember, I can and will spank your bottom if needed.”
She clenches her thighs together at the mention, making me chuckle. “Soon, Brea. I’ll spank you so you’ll know what it feels like.”
“People don’t spank grown adults,” she argues.
I tap her nose. “In my world, grown adults can also be naughty Little girls who need their bottoms spanked.”
“Your world is weird.”
I chuckle again. “Perhaps, but you’re living in it now. It’s your world, too.” I keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn’t squirm while I step to the fridge and open it. I pull out eggs, sausage, and bread. “Is there anything you don’t like?” I ask as I set all of this on the counter next to her and retrieve a pan.
“Broccoli.” She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t even like it when other people eat it. It stinks up the house.”
I smirk. “Noted. No broccoli in the house.”
When she flinches, I turn to look at her closer. Her eyes are wide. “Just like that? I say I don’t like broccoli, so you’re not going to cook it?”
I frown. “Why would I cook something that makes you feel sick just smelling it? That would be mean.”
She stares at me. “People are mean.”
“Well, I’m not. I’m your mate. I live to make you happy now. Broccoli is now banned from my life.”
“What if I don’t like spankings?” She cocks her head to the side, almost smiling.
I laugh. “Honest answer?”
“Of course.”
“In my experience, Little girls tend to misbehave intentionally because they love getting spanked. If for some reason, you determine you truly hate having your bottom swatted, I’d find some other way to discipline you.”
“Really?” She sits up taller.
“Yes, Little love, really.”
“Well, I’m certain I won’t like being spanked, so you can skip to option number two right now and save us both the frustration.”
This Little girl is an absolute delight. I’ve only known her name since she woke up, and already I’m enchanted. Her wit is hilarious. “Nice try, Little love.”
The sausage sizzles in the pan as soon as I drop several patties onto the hot surface. While that’s going, I pop four slices of bread into the toaster and crack eggs into a bowl.