Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
He hugs me closer. “I’m not going to spank you tonight, Petra. Relax.”
I blow out a breath and glance around. The only thing worse than imagining Elijah spanking me is imagining him doing so in front of other people. How embarrassing. I’ve never understood why so many people find that enticing.
“What about you, Little bunny? Are you attracted to me sexually?”
I gasp. “Of course I am. Anyone with blood running through their veins is attracted to you.”
This time, he rolls his eyes.
“Hey. That’s not fair. Why do you get to roll your eyes?”
He laughs, making me jiggle in his lap. “Because I’m the Daddy. The same rules don’t apply to me.”
I cross my arms and pout. It’s not something I’ve done before. I’m not usually so manipulative. Though, granted, I’ve never been in a situation like this before. The closest I’ve ever come to interacting with a Daddy was two weeks ago in this same chair with this same Daddy.
I shudder, realizing how much I like sitting in his lap. I love the way he’s touching me. I’ve never felt so desirable.
“I’m glad you’re attracted to me too,” he says reverently. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“I guess.”
“You said you’re not sexually active. Does that mean you’ve never been with a man or just not recently?”
I look away, feeling embarrassed.
He slides his hand up to cup my face. “I don’t care what the answer is, Little bunny. It changes nothing. I just want to know how experienced you are.”
“I’ve had sex before,” I whisper. “It was stupid. It didn’t do anything for me. I couldn’t understand what all the excitement was about, so I didn’t do it again.”
I can’t believe I’ve admitted that much to him, and I flinch and jerk my gaze to his. “Maybe I’m not sexual.”
He smiles warmly without an ounce of judgment. “I suspect you simply weren’t with the right person, Little one.”
I sigh. “Maybe.” I certainly feel sexual when I’m with Elijah. “How would I know?” I ask rhetorically.
He eases his hand back down my body and under my dress until his palm is covering my panties.
My breath hitches, and I grip my thighs tighter, fighting the urge to squirm.
“You’re sexual, Little bunny,” he informs me.
I swallow. Maybe he’s right. There’s definitely something happening to me down there, and it’s not something I’m used to feeling. How did I get to be twenty-five years old and suddenly there’s a flutter in my tummy from a man?
Well, not suddenly. I’ve had that flutter ever since the last time I sat in his lap. It’s been building and growing, but I haven’t known how to process it.
Suddenly I feel extremely inexperienced and sheltered. When Elijah rubs my bottom over my panties, I shiver. I want him to move his hand lower and touch me more intimately. I’ve never craved something like this before. I’ve never let myself be in a situation where it could even happen.
His fingers slide along the elastic at the edge of the cotton, moving toward my sex. When I whimper, he sets his lips on my ear and repeats, “You’re sexual, Little bunny.”
I think he’s right.
Elijah removes his hand from my bottom and brings it to my face. “I’m monopolizing your time. You didn’t come here tonight to sit on my lap all evening. You came to play. Can I escort you to the play room?”
It takes me a moment to catch up to his words. I’m so content on his lap that I don’t even remember another reason for being at The Dungeon tonight.
I’m breathing heavily. The material between my legs is wet. My breasts feel swollen and needy. I kind of want to touch them. Actually I want Elijah to touch them.
I shake the absurd thought from my head. I should get off his lap and flee to the play room. Elijah is not my Daddy. He can never be my Daddy. I’m playing with fire even entertaining the idea.
Elijah grabs my hips and stands me on my feet between his legs. He holds me there, eye to eye. His expression is serious. “I gave you a lot to think about, Little bunny. I don’t want to pressure you. I think you need to color for a while and decompress. Then you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow you can think more about my suggestion. You have my number, right?”
I nod. Memorized.
“Will you think about my idea?”
I shrug. I’m not sure I should commit to even thinking about Regression Island.
He smiles. “At least you’re honest. I’m going to put this in your hands, Petra. I’ve told you how I feel. I would be delighted to host you on the island, but I won’t mention it again. You call me if you want to discuss it. Or call me even if you just want to talk. Okay?”