Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Marcus bit back a whimper. He couldn’t handle it. He had to move.
“Daddy, I can’t do it.”
“You can do it.”
“This isn’t fun.”
“It’s punishment, little boy. It’s not meant to be fun.” Eliot reached around and circled Marcus’ dick, pumping it several times.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he moaned.
“Watch your tone, little boy. Another five extra minutes on my lap.”
So cruel.
He clenched down around Eliot’s dick. He was straddling the other man’s lap, facing away from him. Eliot’s cock was nestled firmly in his ass.
Which sounded like a good time. Except he wasn’t allowed to move.
At all.
He’d rather have a spanking. And Eliot knew that. This wasn’t the first time he’d been given this punishment.
They were back at Rawhide Ranch for a holiday. It was their one-year anniversary of when they’d met. And this time around, Isla and Marcus were going to take part in more of the Little Easter activities that had been set up.
That was if Daddy let Marcus out of the room again.
Yes, he’d found where Eliot had stashed all the Easter treats. And yes, he might have eaten so much that he’d vomited. Was that really worthy of such a mean punishment?
“Daddy, I woke up.” Isla came stumbling out of the nursery. She was rubbing at her eyes with one hand and Sophie sloth was in the other hand.
They had the same suite that Eliot had last time he was here.
A lot had happened in the last year. Mr. Fenton, her building manager had pleaded guilty to all charges, which had been a huge relief for them all. They’d all gone back to Connecticut to pack up some things for Eliot to take back to Los Angeles. Eliot’s cabin was really cute. Every two or three months, Eliot would go back to visit and check up on things. Also, it helped him to have time alone to work.
Apparently, he and Isla were a distraction.
Who knew?
They’d been lucky when a house on the same street as Cullen had come up for sale. Marcus had snapped it up and they’d converted several rooms to their needs. It was perfect. A place for them all to have their space and to come together.
“Babygirl, you’ve only been asleep for fifteen minutes. And you should have called out to me. Did you climb out of the crib on your own?” Eliot asked.
“Umm, you’re busy.”
“Did you try calling out for Daddy?” he asked.
“No.”
“Marcus has fifteen more minutes of sitting on my knee without moving and then he has to write lines fifty lines.”
“Fifty?” he grumbled.
“Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Isla, can you please go and get your naughty pads and pens?”
Chewing her lip, she moved to the table and grabbed their naughty pads and pens.
“Come and sit next to me,” Eliot commanded. “Right, both of you are going to write lines. Marcus, you’re going to write fifty times, ‘I will obey my Daddy and not eat all the chocolate’.”
“That’s a lot of words.” He tried to pull off Eliot’s cock, but the other man held him still.
“No, you’ll stay here and do it. And if you move, you get extra lines.”
“This is so mean.”
Smack! Eliot’s hand landed on the side of his thigh. He groaned. Shoot.
“No arguing, little boy.” Eliot pumped his dick a few more times. Not only did he have to stay still, but he wasn’t allowed to come even though Eliot was teasing him.
“Isla, you’re to write fifty times, ‘I will not climb out of my crib without Daddy’.”
“Daddy, do you ever have to do lines?” Marcus asked as he tried to write without shifting around on Eliot’s lap.
“I’m writing them in my head right now.”
Isla leaned into Eliot, yawning. She’d been tired lately. She’d started working as Eliot’s assistant and they’d been working long hours to get his latest book off to the publisher. She thought it was part of the reason that Eliot had arranged this holiday. Even though Eliot insisted she take regular breaks and go to bed at a decent hour, there had been days where they’d worked long hours.
And Marcus had been working heaps too.
Yeah, this break was definitely needed so they could all reconnect.
Although he didn’t expect to be connected quite like this.
He really wanted to move.
“Write your lines, my babies. And then we can have snuggle time on the couch.”
Oh, snuggle time was his favorite.
“Yay! Snuggle time. Snuggle time. Snuggle time,” he sung. “I love snuggle time.”
“Snuggle time is the best,” Isla sang. Even though she was working more, she was far happier now. She rarely said negative things about herself and when she did, Eliot made her get out her Amazing Things About Isla notebook to read.
Eliot still got sad at times over Anna. But that was to be expected. And they tried to still talk about her, to keep her alive.