Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Taking him in long rough strokes, I watched for his every reaction and listened to every sound. Words were beyond him, but he told a story with every gasp and clench. When I’d found the perfect spot, sending his eyes rolling back in his head as his body vibrated around mine, I hit it over and over with a relentless pace.
As he started to shake and gasp, I could feel his orgasm trying to break through and he made a desperate sound. “Good boy. That’s right. You know your pleasure belongs to me.”
That didn’t help his control any, but luckily for him I was feeling generous tonight. Pressing tighter against his chest so that I was rubbing against his dick with every thrust, I gave him a tender kiss. “Come.”
The slim hold he had on his restraint shattered, and in seconds his body spasmed around mine as cum shot between us. As he cried out in pleasure, I followed him over, filling the condom instead of him, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was mine in every way.
When the pleasure had faded and he was boneless against the bed again, I gave him another soft kiss. Before I could find the words to tell him how incredible he was, Hunter wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “I knew it would be this good between us the first time I saw you. I think that was why it was so scary.”
Resting my forehead against his, I smiled. “You absolutely sparkled, just radiating something special, and I couldn’t imagine how I’d gotten so lucky. Later when I saw you at the coffee shop, it was like I was being tortured for screwing up something so perfect. But I had to keep going back because just getting a glimpse of you was like a drug.”
His teasing grin said he didn’t mind my addiction. “Because I was meant for you.”
Nodding, I gave him another kiss. “My sweet boy and my naughty sub. Mine.”
Mine to discipline.
Mine to love.
Chapter 8
Hunter
Three Months Later
As I parked and headed toward Robyn’s place, I started to wonder if his magical way with numbers could help me figure out if I should grow the business or not. I was so lost in thought I was startled when he opened the door just as I walked up to it.
My jump had him chuckling and opening his arms. “There you are.”
Stepping into his arms as he pulled me into his condo, I rested my head on his shoulder. “I survived and didn’t kill anyone…even the guy who said he wanted a vegetarian dinner but kept trying to add bacon to everything.”
Some people just weren’t very bright.
Daddy chuckled as he shut the door, giving me a tight hug before rubbing my back. “I’m very impressed you kept your cool.”
“I wasn’t even snarky.” I’d been incredible, and Robyn needed to know just in case it earned me a reward.
“I think you deserve something special to celebrate being so good.” His tone said little reward, not grown-up time.
“I like special.” Wiggling closer, I petted his chest as I pressed against him and couldn’t resist giggling. “I have something special for you on our date later.”
It turned out Daddy liked celebrating anniversaries.
Even three months was special.
Well, three months from our second first date. Daddy had been adamant that the first one didn’t count.
He made a pleased sound before chuckling. “I have something special for this afternoon and Monday, but you’re going to have to wait to find out what I have planned.”
This afternoon and Monday?
It took me a second to realize what he was thinking. Pulling back, I studied his face hoping I got the math right. “This afternoon would be the anniversary of the first time I was little…and Monday…that would be our date and the first time you spanked me.”
It wasn’t really a question, but he nodded. “That’s right.”
Kissing my forehead, his eyes sparkled as I narrowed my gaze. “No, you said we were going to celebrate tonight.”
That was why I had reservations planned and everything.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I said we should have dinner tonight to celebrate, and you said you wanted to plan that. I never said we weren’t going to celebrate anything else.”
He was utterly ridiculous.
“Three dates for one anniversary?”
He scoffed. “We have three important things to celebrate. The first time you were little for me. That’s this afternoon. The second is the first time we talked and I learned more about you and your limits. That’s tonight. The third is the first time you submitted to me. That’s going to be Monday.”
Talking about Monday had his eyes sparkling, and I knew he had something wicked planned. But I pushed back the fantasies, staying focused. “Why didn’t we celebrate all three on our one-month anniversary?”
One eyebrow went up. He thought it was a completely illogical question, but his reaction made me want to laugh. “We were still getting the feel of all three at that point, so we only celebrated the boyfriend part.”