Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
He tapped her nose and she frowned, pretending to try and bite his finger. Someone was in a playful mood.
“How are you feeling now?”
She paused as if thinking about it. “Lighter. Lots lighter. And I can feel again, which is scary but also a relief.”
“Good, baby girl.”
“Thanks, Q-Q,” she said, hugging him around the neck.
“Hmm. Might be the first time I’ve ever been thanked for spanking someone’s bottom.”
“Q-Q!” she cried.
“How about we have a bath?” he asked her. “And if you’re feeling up to it, I thought we could stretch your little asshole.”
She buried her face into his chest, but he felt her nod and he smiled. He’d helped her release some of the emotion trapped inside her. But he also thought that she was doing the same for him.
Indie stepped into the bathroom and froze.
She hadn’t actually thought through this whole bathing together thing, had she?
When he’d changed her into this tracksuit, she’d managed to keep on her undergarments.
But generally when you bathed, you did it completely naked.
Which was going to be a problem.
Quaid stripped off and she stared at him hungrily.
Holy moly, he was gorgeous. All of her men were. He had a tattoo of four connecting circles over his right pec.
“When did you get the tattoo,” she asked.
“A year ago. Going to have to add two more circles.”
She gave him a questioning look.
“One for you and one for Hope.”
A flush of pleasure moved through her as she ran her hand over his muscular chest and down his firm stomach. His dick was already semi-hard and it looked beautiful.
“Can I suck your cock?” she asked.
“Well, that will depend on whether you’re a good girl or not,” he told her.
Really?
“I’m always a good girl.”
“Nice try. But I know that’s not true.”
That was mean.
Indie wrapped her hand around his dick and tugged lightly. He let out a low moan before taking hold of her hand and stilling her.
“Tonight, you can touch me as much as you like,” he said. “But there will be other times when you’ll only be allowed to touch me with my permission. Times when I’ll want to play with you more formally. I like to be totally in control then.”
Something she already knew.
“I cannot wait to tie you up,” he told her. “To have you in my ropes. Would you like that, baby girl?”
A shudder ran through her. She’d watched him tie up subs before, watched the way their faces grew so happy and relaxed. As though they didn’t have a care in the world.
Yeah. She wanted that.
“Yes. One day.”
“Good girl for being honest. Now, tell me what the problem is,” he demanded.
“It, well, um, it’s only beeneightweekssinceIgavebirth.”
Understanding filled his face. “You’re not ready for sex? I get it, baby girl. We’ll just bathe together.”
Drat.
He didn’t get it.
That wasn’t the issue.
“No, that’s not it,” she said. “I want to.”
She really, really did. That spanking hadn’t just helped her release all of her negative emotions. It had paved the way for her to feel all sorts of things.
Like a crushing sense of need and arousal for this man.
“I just don’t want you to see me naked. My body has . . . changed. I’m not . . . my tummy is still . . . and the scar is . . .”
Crap.
She was really messing this up.
And the look on his face told her just how badly she was messing this up. He appeared furious.
“What did you just say?” he asked.
“Um, that my body has changed and I don’t want you to see it. That seems to make you . . . angry.”
“Why would that make me angry, baby girl?” he asked in a low voice as he stepped closer to her.
“I don’t know. It’s your emotion.”
“Guess.”
Uh-oh.
He really wasn’t happy. And for Quaid to show this amount of emotion? Yeah, he really, really wasn’t happy.
“Because you wanted to have sex with me?”
“Wrong. You’re lucky you’ve just been spanked because otherwise I’d have you put your hands on the bathroom wall, then I’d strip off your pants and panties and I’d spank your ass until it was visible to aliens in outer space.”
Hmm. Right. Yes, she was actually grateful that she had been spanked already because that didn’t sound like a fun experience at all.
“Haven’t you been punished before for saying derogatory things about your body?” he asked.
What?
Oh heck.
Yes. She remembered that punishment all too well.
“Um, yes, but I shouldn’t be punished for saying something that is true.”
He kissed her. It was so sudden that it caught her by surprise. But she quickly fell into the kiss, melting against him.
Drawing back, he cupped her face between his hands. “I know it must be hard, your body has changed and it probably doesn’t feel like your own.”
Bollocks.
How did he know?
“But you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. It doesn’t matter how your body changes, you will always be gorgeous to me. You can have extra skin, stretch marks, scars, and I will still see you as stunning and sexy. I have scars. I have things I don’t like about myself. Do they make you love me any less?”