Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
He scissored his fingers inside her. When her hands tightened on his shoulders, he knew she was on edge. Leaning forward, Scythe softly bit the sensitive curve of her neck to distract her as he prepared her. When she relaxed around his fingers, he smiled. His Little girl enjoyed a taste of pain. She was perfect.
He slid his fingers from her and urged her over onto her back. Tearing the condom open, he rolled it onto his cock as she watched him so closely, he could almost feel it. “Daddy’s going to make you mine now,” he told her.
“Will it hurt?”
“Maybe for a split second. Then I’ll make it so much better.” Scythe wouldn’t lie to her.
“O—Okay,” she whispered.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, Winnie.”
When she followed his instructions, he placed his cock to her entrance. Slowly, he pressed inside, pausing when her muscles tightened around him as he did farm crop calculations in his mind to distract himself. “Damn, I love being inside you, Chipmunk.”
“Daddy, I don’t….”
He pushed the last couple of inches inside her, interrupting her statement. “Are you okay, Winnie?”
“If you don’t move, I may scream,” she hissed into his ear.
Relieved, Scythe captured her lips in a sizzling kiss as he glided out and thrust back inside her heat. Winnie tilted her head and closed her eyes as if she needed to concentrate on the sensations filling her. Scythe nibbled along the cord of her exposed throat as he experimented to discover what she liked best. He guessed she was struggling to stay quiet as the muscles of her neck contracted under his lips. He couldn’t wait to have her at his place, where she could make as much noise as she wanted.
When she trembled under him, he suspected she was close. He reached between their bodies and brushed his fingertip across her clit. She lifted her hand from his shoulders and covered her mouth as she orgasmed, capturing most of the sound.
Her shocked eyes met his a few seconds later. She asked through her fingers, “Is it supposed to feel that good?”
“Oh, yeah, Little girl. And it will get better.”
“I may have to rethink that A+ thing,” she whispered, completely serious.
Scythe’s heart skipped a beat. She was so damned cute. “Let’s see if I can convince you.”
By the time she burrowed into the crook of his shoulder to fall back asleep, Scythe knew he’d scored the ultimate grade. His Little girl was naturally sensual and responsive. She would be sore tomorrow, but he suspected she’d welcome the reminder. Closing his eyes, Scythe allowed himself to sleep.
Chapter 9
Winnie hoped no one could tell how different she was as she walked into her building fifteen minutes before the requirement. Seeing her principal again standing inside the door distracted her slightly from her life-changing experience. Lorraine placed a mark on the clipboard as Winnie entered. How many mornings was she going to patrol the entrance, hoping to catch Winnie arriving late?
“Good morning, Miss Oberson,” Winnie greeted her pleasantly.
“Good morning, Winnie. I’m glad you’re on time this morning.”
“Of course. Monday was a complete fluke. I figured out that a hundred and ninety contract days for six years meant I was punctual 1139 days out of 1140. That’s ninety-nine-point-nine percent on-time arrivals.”
“Are you arguing with me, Winnie?”
“No, ma’am. I just thought it was an interesting fact,” Winnie assured her. “I’ll get ready for the kids.”
Walking into her classroom, she listened for the telltale clatter of Lorraine’s heels on the linoleum in the hallway. As she suspected, a few seconds after she turned on her computer, her principal left her position at the door to the faculty parking lot. The bitch had waited to try to punish her for being tardy for a second time. She didn’t care about the others who were delayed on a consistent basis.
Winnie sat down and typed out a message to the faculty union rep. She’d been too embarrassed on Monday to admit she’d gotten in trouble for arriving late because of her car problems. Now that she was sure Lorraine was out to get her, Winnie knew she needed help.
Elizabeth McGower, the building faculty representative, appeared in her doorway two minutes later with her notebook. She listened carefully and took notes. “I would normally suggest a meeting with Ms. Oberson, but she’s already told me you are on her list not to rehire or to transfer to a different building. I was on my way down to talk to you when your message popped up on my computer.”
“Why? I’m never in trouble.” Winnie looked at her in complete disbelief.
“I’m not sure. If I had to guess, she has a friend who wants your position,” Elizabeth said.
“Can she do that?”
“She can transfer you to another building without stating a reason. That would allow you to keep your job. If she can fire you, then no one will be around to ask any tricky questions. Make sure you are following each rule she establishes. Be aware her secretary is posting new ones on the office bulletin board almost every day. Go down there before and after school to check.”