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 stare at his cup of coffee. “You never offer me coffee.”
He glances at me and lifts a brow. “Did you want coffee, Little love?”
“No. It’s gross. I just wondered why you didn’t ask me.”
“Because I’m not going to give you coffee even if you want it. It’s not good for you.” He takes a sip while he stares at me.
I roll my eyes. “But it’s good for you?”
“Nope. It’s probably not, but I’m the Daddy, and you’re the Little girl. I make the rules. You obey the rules. You’re going to eat healthy meals without additives or preservatives. I’m not buying you sodas and junk.”
I ponder his statements while I continue eating. I’m baffled by my reaction to him. My pussy creams from his bossy dominance. I make the rules. You obey the rules. Why does that make my heart race?
It’s a struggle to keep from clenching my thighs together, but I don’t want him to realize how aroused I am.
He chuckles.
I jerk my gaze to his. “What are you laughing at?”
“You trying to hide your wet pussy from me.” He reaches over and taps my nose. “You’ll never be able to hide your arousal, Brea. I can smell it. You like my dominance. You can’t deny it.”
My face heats. “Grrr.”
Daddy reaches between my legs, grabs the front of my chair, and tugs it so that I end up turned more toward him than the table.
I’m confused, and I gasp when he takes my free hand and guides it to my side next to my hip. He wraps a Velcro strap around my wrist, securing my arm.
“Daddy?”
Without a word, he does the same to my other hand, taking my fork from my fingers, setting it down, and restraining my wrist.
My chest heaves as I lift my face. “Why did you do that?” I’m panting. My pussy is pulsing.
He smirks. “You know why.”
My already hot face grows hotter.
Daddy stabs a bite of hashbrowns with my fork and brings it to my lips. “Open, Little love.”
I stare at him for a moment. He’s going to feed me? Why?
He brings his other hand to my breast and pinches my nipple hard.
I squeal and squirm in my seat, which only makes my plight worse because my pussy is so swollen, and it rubs against the strap between my legs.
“Sit still, naughty girl. Eat your breakfast.” He brings the fork closer to my lips.
Like a little bird, I open for him and let him feed me.
“Good girl.”
Gah, his praise makes me even hornier.
He’s grinning as he takes a much larger bite of his own food before feeding me some eggs. He also thumbs my sore nipple, rubbing it until it’s harder than a rock.
“You’re the best gift I’ve ever received,” he says softly. “I’ve spent a lot of frustrated years, waiting to find a mate. Now I understand why I had to wait. Fate had you in mind for me all along. She knew what She was doing. I’m so fucking lucky I want to shout for all the world to know.”
I stop chewing while he speaks. He means every word, and I feel his devotion and commitment to me. It’s palpable in the air. He’s restrained me to prove a point—that I love his dominance and crave it. He’s right. And he knows it because he can somehow smell my arousal. That’s hardly fair. I can’t smell his. But I guess I can see evidence of it when I look at his crotch. The bulge at the front of his jeans is huge.
After I swallow my next bite, I distract myself from how kinky this meal is by asking him a question I’ve been wondering since I first woke up in his cabin. “When do you shift?”
“Whenever I want. I’m not like a werewolf who needs a full moon or anything. I shift at will. And by the way, wolf shifters also shift at will. So do bears.”
I stare at him. This conversation is so surreal. Even though I’ve always been aware of shifters, I’ve never knowingly had a conversation with one. I’ve never asked any questions. I just knew they existed.
“When can I see your lion?”
“I can do that for you after breakfast if you’re ready.” He feeds me another bite. He’s so controlling. It’s both frustrating and titillating.
“You won’t, uh, eat me or anything, will you?” I ask. I feel silly, but I don’t understand what happens when a person is shifted. Will he become feral? After all, lions are carnivores. They would eat a human, given the chance.
“No, Little love. I’m not a wild animal even when I’m shifted. Think of me as being more like domesticated.” He chuckles. “I’m always aware of my human side. I don’t shift and then start tearing into animals and humans for sport.”
“But you can…”