Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
She groaned and stomped her way over to the desk.
He moved to Roman. “Good job.”
“Is she really upset at me?” Roman asked.
“No. In fact, it probably helps her feel more secure knowing that you will always follow through on what you say. She just likes to grumble a bit."
“I do not grumble!” she told them as she started writing. “And yes, it makes me feel more secure.”
He grinned.
In less than an hour he’d gone from being completely stressed and worried to smiling and relaxed.
And that was the power of his girl.
51
“Dada, what is this?” Tamsyn prodded at the green icky stuff on her plate.
After doing her lines, Salem had dressed her in a cute outfit. The skirt was long and pleated. It was white with strawberries all over it. And it had a matching T-shirt and sweater, both with large strawberries on the front of them.
Too cute.
Then she’d gotten out all of her toy soldiers that Alexei had bought her and set up a battle. It had been a tremendous fight but in the end her men had conquered!
But then Daddy had said it was time to eat.
Boring.
And Dada had set up this picnic on the playroom floor. Which sounded like a lot of fun.
If only there wasn’t green stuff on her plate.
“It’s a kale salad,” Roman explained. “Kale is very good for you. It’s good for your bones, your eyes, your immune system. And it’s beneficial if you’re having trouble going to the toilet.”
“Oh, that last bit I believe,” she said, forking some of the kale up. “If anything will make me poop, it’s this stuff.”
“Little one, eat your lunch and stop playing with it. Unless you need Daddy to feed you.”
“Ahh, no.” She didn’t want that. He was likely to make her eat even more of the icky kale.
She still couldn’t bring herself to eat it, though. Instead, she ate her fruit and sandwich.
“You need to take three bites,” Salem told her sternly.
Tamsyn let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Why was Daddy so mean? But she took a bite.
All right. Not so bad. Although she still wasn’t taking more than three bites.
And they were gonna be small bites.
“Done!” She pushed her plate away.
“What do you say to Roman?” Salem asked sternly.
“Thank you, Dada.”
“I don’t know if you really ate enough kale for it to be beneficial.”
“I think it was! I can already feel how beneficial it was.” Her stomach was rebelling.
“Are you all right, Little one?” Salem reached out to place a hand on her forehead.
“Yeah. Just too much kale.”
“Perhaps we should put you down for a nap.”
“Daddy, noooo,” she cried.
But he stood and picked her up in his arms, carrying her over to the changing unit and lying her on her back.
“Roman, in the bathroom is a Little first aid kit. Could you grab it for me, please?”
“Sure thing.”
“Daddy, I feel fine.”
“Well, I just want to check,” he told her as he started stripping her.
“My strawberry outfit! I love my strawberry outfit.”
“Do you want me to get Atlas for you?” Roman asked as he returned with the Little first aid kit. It had images of sick puppies all over the cover.
That was cute.
What he started pulling out of the kit . . . not so cute.
“What is that?” she asked.
“It’s a thermometer,” he explained, holding up the large clear tube.
“For my mouth?” she asked.
“Nope. Now, where is the lube.”
“Daddy!” She tried to sit up, but the strap was holding her down tight. When had he put that on?
By now, she was naked from the waist down. Which was not cool considering she knew what he was about to do to her.
“Roman, can you grab her a pacifier as well?” he asked. “It might help.”
Nothing was going to help.
Absolutely nothing.
But when Roman handed her Atlas, she grabbed on tight. Then she opened her mouth for the pacifier as Salem turned her onto her side and pushed her bent legs up to her chest.
This wasn’t cool!
“You can say your safeword if you need to,” Roman reminded her.
Oh yeah.
But she didn’t really need to.
The lube was cold against her back hole. And then the thermometer slowly entered her.
It was so wide. And weird.
“That’s it, Little one. It’s smaller than your plugs, so I know you can take it.”
“Her plugs?” Roman asked.
“Yeah, I’ve been stretching her to take our cocks,” Salem said matter-of-factly.
Jeez.
Did they have to have this conversation right now?
“You want to take her there?” Roman whispered.
“Yeah. I do.” Salem laid a hand on her bottom, rubbing soothingly.
“Interesting. I haven’t done any research on anal sex. I’m not sure I’d be interested.”
“You don’t have to be,” Salem told him. “While I’m in her ass, you could be in her pussy or her mouth. There’re lots of possibilities.
“Huh. True.”
Dear Lord.
Just kill her now.
And surely the thermometer had to have been in long enough? Right?