Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Shoot. He thought she’d tensed because of their conversation.
“Which is why you’ll have a safeword,” Grady said. “And you’ll use it if we push you too much, scare you, hurt you.”
She sucked in her breath.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Steele told her. “But sometimes pain can bring pleasure. And we don’t know how you’ll react to that. Other times, when you’re punished, pain just might be pain. But we never want to harm you. Understand?”
Sort of.
Steele tugged her head to one side so he could kiss his way down her neck. She groaned.
“She needs to concentrate for this conversation, Steele,” Grady warned.
“Hmm, you’re right. Problem is, she’s just so delicious. And she’s still tense.”
Because he had one hand on her stomach. But if he hadn’t felt her stomach rolls, then she wasn’t going to point them out.
Suddenly, Steele spun her away from him and somehow situated her in a chair. She stared up at him as he breathed heavily.
“Fuck. You’re like an aphrodisiac. Can’t get enough.”
Pleasure filled her and she tried to stand, to go to him. But Grady was suddenly there, crouching in front of her and filling her eyesight.
“Good morning,” she said, shocked at how breathless she sounded.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Have you had breakfast?”
“I, um, yes.” Breakfast? Why were they talking about breakfast when she wanted other things?
“And what did you have?”
“Uhh . . . I’m not sure I should tell you.”
“No?”
“I think I’m going to plead the fifth.” Shoot. Her Little was close to the surface. They had her off-guard. It was the kissing and the bossiness and the kinkiness.
She didn’t know whether she was up or down.
“The fifth?” Grady repeated. “I don’t think you can plead the fifth with us. Can she, Steele?”
“Definitely not.” Steele leaned against the side of the fireplace. “What did you have for breakfast, Little girl?”
“I’m not a Little girl,” she replied, her heart racing.
“Aren’t you?” Steele asked.
She licked her dry lips. “Are the . . . are the two of you Doms?”
Grady knew she was nervous.
Nervous and brave.
He hadn’t gone to pick her up this morning because he’d wanted to get a few things done. Namely, setting into motion some plans to ruin Lucy’s life, ensuring that Brooks’ former bullies were behaving themselves by sending someone out to check in with their parents. Oh, and doing some more research into back injuries caused by car accidents.
All in a morning’s work.
Still, he regretted not going to pick her up after Steele left. It was ridiculous, but he felt this pull toward her. Wanted her around him all the time.
Once they convinced her to move in here with them, he might order her to strip, then have her sit next to him while he worked. Perhaps he’d even like to touch her. Or have her touch him.
Yes . . . he could imagine having her kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. But even more, he wanted to tie her to his desk. Secure her with her legs spread, her pussy on display so he could pet and play with her at will.
That wasn’t a fantasy he’d ever had before. But this was Effie . . . everything was different with Effie.
Standing, he drew over a stool to sit on in front of her.
Now wasn’t the time to play with her. It was the time for some talk.
“What did you have for breakfast?” Grady asked.
She groaned. “You’re like a dog with a bone.”
“Best answer him, baby girl. Before he ties you up and tortures the answer out of you.”
Her eyes widened as she stared from him to Steele. Grady sent Steele a quelling look. He didn’t need to fucking terrify her.
“You like doing that? Um, bondage, I mean?”
Grady studied her. She didn’t appear freaked out. Maybe she liked the idea of being tied up.
And perhaps that’s why Steele mentioned it. Sometimes, he forgot that the other man was very intuitive.
“I do. Do you like that?” he asked.
“I think I would. I’ve never had much opportunity to explore . . . well, to explore anything.”
She tugged at her earring. Today they were little bumblebees. So cute. Reaching up, he drew her hand free. A zing of pleasure rushed through his body.
And her face grew soft. The tension in her body eased.
Pliant.
He liked that.
“I want you to know that you can tell us anything, sweetheart,” Grady told her. “We won’t judge. Truth is, we’ve probably seen or done most things.”
“So you are Doms?”
“Tell us what you ate for breakfast first,” Steele said. “Then we’ll talk about this.”
She huffed out a breath. “I still think pleading the fifth should be a thing.”
“It is a thing,” Steele replied. “Just not for you, baby girl.”
“A cookie and some coffee.”
It was worse than he’d expected. She really did need someone watching after her. Steele could do that for her. Ensure that she ate properly, got enough rest, and took care of herself.