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)
I’m scared. I’ll be devastated if he changes his mind. Already I’m attached to him. Physically and emotionally. I know he says there’s no going back, but I have no experience with shifters. They’ve always been illusive species that lived on the fringe of society and didn’t factor into my life at all.
As far as I know, I’ve never met one. Though I get that it’s possible I interacted with a shifter at some point without knowing it, I never dreamed of a scenario like this.
Navin seems to think I was fated to be in his path. I’m not sure about that. I’ve never believed in Fate. How could I? If She exists in my world, She’s either had a shitty way of showing it or She didn’t think I was worthy of good things.
But here I am.
Daddy finishes braiding my hair in a long, thick row down my back. He secures it with a band and drops it over my shoulder. “There. How’d I do?”
I twist around, rise onto my knees, and wrap my arms around his neck. “Do I really get to stay here?”
He rubs my back. “Always, Little love. Forever.” When he stands, he cups my bottom, and I bring my legs as far around his waist as I can. The wound on my thigh doesn’t hurt at all. It’s like magic. Every time I look at it, I’m reminded that Navin absolutely has undeniable powers.
If I’d been found by a human and somehow survived transportation to a hospital, I would be lying in a room now hooked up to machines, my leg immobilized, an IV keeping me alive with fluids. No one would be certain I would survive.
But here I am, healing quickly, all because a lion shifter bit me and saved my life, making me his.
I have concerns, but I’m so very lucky. I owe him for saving my life. I should stop questioning his methods and behave. “I’ll be good, Daddy,” I whisper as he carries me from the room.
He leans me back, a hand between my shoulder blades, his brow furrowed. “What are you saying, Little love?”
I shrug, my cheeks heating. “I’ll be a good girl for you. You saved my life. I should be more appreciative.”
Navin stiffens and stops walking. His hand comes to the back of my neck, and he shakes his head. “No, Little love. I want you to be you. I suspect you haven’t been able to honor your true self for a long time. You’ve been living with a lot of stress and always worried. I bet you haven’t had light moments and fun.” He lifts a brow.
I purse my lips. He’s right.
“I want to know the real Brea, the one who slid off the side of the bed and hid from Daddy, the one who giggles, the mischievous one. Find her. Honor her. Life would be very boring if you were so obedient that you were more of a robot than my Little girl.”
“But if I’m naughty, you’ll spank me,” I murmur.
He grins. “And I suspect you will like being spanked.” He heads for the couch and sits with me in his lap. His gaze drops to my thigh and he touches the long scar. “I think it’s time for Daddy to spank you so you’ll know what it feels like, Little love.”
I sit taller on his thigh. “That’s scary.”
He smiles. “Only the first time. Can you be brave for me?”
I slowly nod. “Yes, Daddy.” My curiosity is piqued. I need to do this so I’ll know. I’m confident I will hate being spanked, then I can tell him it’s awful and we can move on.
Daddy stands me on my feet between his knees and reaches to lower my panties down my legs.
My breath hitches as he bares me. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked already more times than I’m even aware of, but it’s still weird being exposed like this. It’s even weirder that the hair is gone from my pussy.
Daddy sets his hands on my hips and slides them up under my shirt until he’s stroking the undersides of my breasts with his thumbs.
I arch toward him as goosebumps rise all over my skin. My legs are wobbly. I could blame it on the long row of stitches, but I know it’s because I’m so turned on that they can barely hold me upright.
Daddy quickly slips my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. “I won’t always strip you naked when I spank you. Your bottom has to be bare, but not the rest of you. But I want you to feel vulnerable this first time.”
I whimper.
He lifts me by the hips and turns me, laying me across his thighs. He spreads his legs wide enough that my breasts hang between them, and he’s so large that I can rest my cheek on his huge thigh.