Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
All of the above.
“My Bébé likes the idea of that. Doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, Papa,” she said, wriggling on his lap. “I likes the idea of that.”
“Such a good girl for Papa. I’m going to have to make sure I reward her.”
“I know how. I know how!” She put her hand up in the air.
Yikes. What are you doing? You’re acting like a bit of a goof.
“How?” he asked. He didn’t look at her like she was an idiot as she dropped her hand. No, he looked almost indulgent.
“By not spanking me!”
“Oh, you think your reward should be not getting a punishment you earned?”
“A get out of punishment free card!” she told him excitedly. She was on to something here. She could be as naughty as she liked as long as she was a good girl afterward.
“Unfortunately, that’s not how punishment works,” he told her. “If you earn a punishment, there’s no getting out of it. No matter how good you are.”
“Well, that sucks,” she grumbled. “What will my good girl reward be, though?”
“Hmm, well, I thought it might consist of my mouth on your pussy making you come until you scream at me to stop. But if that’s not something you’re interested in . . .”
“It is! It is!” She practically jumped up and down on his lap until he grasped hold of her hips.
“Oomph,” he said. “Let’s try not to hit my balls today, yeah?”
“Oh, sorry, Papa.”
Okay, that slid out surprisingly easy. And she really liked the way it sounded.
“It’s all right. I can tell you’re excited by the idea of me eating you out.”
Oh Lord.
Her cheeks had to be so red. She was certain of it. Maya let out a deep breath. “I don’t know, Papa. Are you any good at it?”
“Well, the French are excellent at kissing. And I’m not just talking about kisses on these lips.” He touched her mouth.
Darn it.
He was an expert at this. Much more experienced than her.
“I’m not.”
He raised his eyebrows in question and she realized what she’d just said. “I meant, I’m not necessarily good at . . . at sex. I don’t have a lot of experience. And the sex I did have was kind of underwhelming if I’m honest.”
“You don’t have to worry about any of that. I like that you don’t have much experience. It means that I can teach you what I like. And trust me, you’ll like it too.”
Yeah, he didn’t need to convince her of that. She already liked everything that he did to her.
And she felt ready for more. For him to roll her onto the bed and take her.
“First, we need to make sure that everyone is settled and unpacked.”
She wanted to argue, but she knew he was right and she already felt guilty for being in here when her babies might be feeling anxious.
“And then, second, we’ll deal with your punishment. Ink made certain to tell me that this room is soundproof so we’ll take care of it in here. We don’t want to upset any of your babies with your cries.”
With her . . . with her what?
“My cries?”
“Yes. You’re being spanked, remember? I’m guessing you might make some noises and Tank, in particular, might get upset. So it’s best we take care of that in here.” He set her on her feet and stood.
She gaped after him as he moved to the door.
“Come on, Spitfire. Time to unpack.”
“You’re really going to spank me?” She didn’t know why she asked that. He’d said it and he wasn’t a person who said things he didn’t mean.
She guessed she just needed to make sure that was really going to happen.
He stared at her thoughtfully. “I’m being a bad Dominant, aren’t I?”
“Umm.” She wouldn’t know. She’d never been with a Dom before.
“I should be sitting you down and going through your limits with you. Is spanking a hard limit?”
“W-what?”
“A hard limit,” he repeated. “Something you absolutely do not want. You know what? I saw a pad and paper in the living room. You can sit down and write out your limits for me while I unpack.”
He walked back and grasped hold of her hand, leading her out of the room. To her surprise, Tank, Big Berry and Dougie were sitting in the hallway, waiting.
Oh no.
Now, she felt bad.
“Sorry, babies. Are you all right?” She gave each of them scratches. She was actually shocked that Tank hadn’t retreated into the bedroom where she’d set up his bed. They walked past it, but he didn’t head in there.
She might think he was feeling anxious and was sticking near her as his constant, but she got the feeling that it was something else. His tail and ears weren’t down and he wasn’t slinking around.
He almost seemed like he was full of purpose.
As they walked into the living room, she saw Gummy at the door. Princess Priss meowed at them from the back of the sofa.