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)
“Why not?” she pouts.
I chuck under her chin. “Because bathing with my naked mate would end with my cock buried in her tight cunt.”
“And what’s wrong with that plan?” she teases.
“Nothing at all except I have a meeting with my pride in the clearing soon. I can’t be late because I was busy fucking my mate until she screamed.”
Her pretty cheeks turn pink. She’s embarrassed by my crude words, which is cute, but she shakes it off quickly and asks, “Why are you having a meeting? Is it about Mitchel?”
“Yes, Little love,” I say gently. “And you’ll stay in the cabin while we meet. I don’t want you to concern yourself with our plans.”
As the water rises, I lift her over the edge of the tub and carefully set her on her bottom.
“Daddy… I’m the one he tried to murder. I think I deserve to be a part of your plans.”
I ignore her and grab a cup to pour water over her head. “Tip your head back, Little love, and close your eyes.”
She obeys, but as I start massaging shampoo into her thick hair, she continues on the same subject. “You can’t leave me out, Navin.”
I’ve learned she calls me Navin when she’s serious, upset, or about to orgasm. The last doesn’t bother me. The first two are aggravating, not because I never want her to call me by my name, but because I don’t like knowing she’s so frustrated. I’d rather avoid causing her anxiety at all costs.
I rinse her hair and switch to conditioner, rubbing her scalp in a way that lulls her. She can’t help but close her eyes and purr. If she likes me threading my fingers through her hair, she’s over the moon to have me massage her head.
“Daddy…” she murmurs even in her blissful state. “You’re ignoring me.”
I chuckle and tuck a finger under her chin. “Look at Daddy.”
She opens her eyes.
“Sometimes I will enjoy sparring with you. I love that you’re spunky and determined. I’m sure we will have a lifetime of disagreements. Most of them you will not win, but I’ll enjoy the back and forth, and you’ll enjoy the spanking you’ll get in the end. However, this particular issue is not up for debate. You will not be consulted or have any part in my plans. My decision is final. If you mention it again, I will spank your naughty bottom and leave you unfulfilled and begging me for release. Do I make myself clear?”
I really try to sound firm, but it’s hard. She has me wrapped around her pinky.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open.
I lift a brow.
Finally she sighs. “Poop. You’re not being fair.”
“Not every decision I make will seem fair, but I won’t change my mind after it’s made up, so further attempts to dissuade me will not end well for you.”
Her shoulders drop. “I was the victim, Daddy. I should at least be permitted to attend the meeting.”
“And the answer is still no, Little love. I won’t have you knowing my plans or taking part in them. It’s safer for you. Your safety will always be my number one priority.”
She drops her chin farther. “Okay.”
Progress. At least she’s no longer arguing. Though I kind of like sparring with my Little mate, I’d rather do it over naptime or diapering than a sex trafficker’s fate.
I grab the soap and pour some onto a washcloth. Starting with her arms, I gently wash her entire body, leaving her breasts and then her pussy for last. I love how her breath hitches and her nipples harden. The scent of her arousal fills the bathroom even over the floral shampoo and conditioner I used.
I would much rather climb into bed with my mate and make her scream my name, but duty calls. I need to take care of the potential future threat to her life before I can fully focus on her physical needs again.
When I’m done bathing her and rinsing her hair, I let the water out and lift her into a huge fluffy towel.
She’s quiet as I dry her off and sit her on the bench. I know she’s annoyed with me, but that’s okay. It doesn’t stop her pulse from picking up or her lips from parting as I comb through her wet hair, careful not to snag any tangles.
“You don’t play fair, Daddy,” she purrs.
I chuckle. “Never. I play for keeps. You’re mine, and ensuring you’re safe for the rest of your life is priority number one.”
“What’s priority number two?” she sasses.
“Fucking you so hard that your teeth rattle.”
She twists to look at me and smiles. “I like that second plan better. Maybe we should do that now?”
“Not a chance, naughty girl. I’m going to put some clothes on you, and you’re going to sit at the kitchen table and color while I’m meeting with my pride.”