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)
“Please tell me Brooks is still out.”
“Yep,” Grady muttered.
“Good.” Steele reached for his jeans, and Grady lifted his ass so Damon could pull his jeans and boxers down to his thighs.
Then he sat again. And to his shock, Steele bent over and took his cock deep into his mouth.
Fuck. Grady felt his eyes roll back in his head. That felt so damned good. His breathing grew erratic as Steele drew him in, then slid back up his dick. Back and forth until the need to come was riding him hard.
Then Steele drew back and took his mouth with his. Steele wrapped his hand around Grady’s dick and he returned the favor, pumping the other man’s cock.
“Fuck,” Damon muttered. “I’m so fucking close. You better come with me.”
Grady nodded, groaning.
“Words,” Damon ordered.
“Not your sub,” Grady reminded him.
“Shit. Sorry.”
Now, that was unexpected too. Damon Steele apologizing! Then all thought fled Grady’s mind as he came in a huge rush. He heard Damon grunt as he found his own release. Then Grady pulled back, letting go of the other man’s cock as he fought for his breath.
Steele grinned at him. “Fuck. You’re breathing heavily. Seems I’m just naturally talented at giving hand jobs.”
Grady rolled his eyes. “You’re so damn arrogant.” Reaching back, he grabbed a hand towel to clean himself up.
“Well, it seems like I missed all the fun.”
Grady glanced over with a frown as he saw Effie standing there. She was dressed in a sloth onesie and held Slowly against her chest. For a moment, worry filled him. Would she be all right with what they’d just done? Would she be upset at them being together without her?
Steele had stiffened, and he wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
“I can’t believe you guys did that without me.”
Shit. Fuck.
“Next time, can I watch?” she asked, moving toward them.
Relief flooded him and the tension seeped out of Steele’s body.
“Yeah, baby girl,” Steele said. “Next time, you can watch. Now, what do you think you’re doing getting out of bed on your own? Didn’t I tell you to stay put? And you shouldn’t be walking down the stairs on your own. That’s ten and some lines.”
Effie groaned. “First, I miss the hand jobs, then I get a spanking and lines. This just sucks.”
“Poor Twinkletoes.” Grady finished cleaning up and handed the towel to Steele before righting his clothes and pulling her close. “There will be lots of other times.”
“Promise?” she asked.
He stared at Steele over her head. His best friend. His lover. “I promise.”
“Goody!” Effie clapped her hands together. She couldn’t believe she’d missed all the fun.
Naps were so dumb.
Which is why, when she’d woken up, she’d decided it was time to get up. She didn’t have time to just lie around.
Steele gave her a stern look. “You’re still in trouble.”
She pouted and took a step back as he moved toward her. “Um, Daddy, shouldn’t you be in a good mood?”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because you just got to come! Effie didn’t get to come. Effie might want someone to make her come.”
“Too bad that Effie is going to get a spanking and lines instead, isn’t it?” he said as she bumped into the wall behind her.
“Bummer,” she muttered as he took her hand and led her back to the dining table. Pulling out a chair, he drew her over his lap.
“What about Brooks?” she asked urgently as Steele opened the drop seat of her onesie and drew down her panties.
“He’s not due back for another two hours,” Grady told her. “There’s no getting out of punishment for you.”
Drat.
“I’ll go get a pad and pen for her lines,” Grady commented.
Rats.
The spanking started hard and fast. Steele didn’t give her much time to catch her breath or think as he reddened her ass, making it throb.
She kicked her feet, sobbing.
So mean.
She sniffled as he finished.
“Good girl. All done now,” he murmured, rubbing her lower back.
“That was so so so mean, Daddy!” she cried.
“My poor girl. Effie deserved that, though, didn’t she? She’s got to learn to stay where Daddy puts her. And I don’t want you walking up and down the stairs on your own when you’re in Little headspace. And definitely not when your legs have just started working properly again.”
Her legs were fine.
But she decided not to point that out.
As he moved her clothes back into place, Grady returned. “Here’s the pen and paper.”
“Good.” Steele righted her, setting her in the chair next to him. Ouchie. That hurt her poor butt-butt. “Twenty-five lines saying that you will stay where your Daddies put you.”
With a sigh, she wiped her eyes so she could see. But then Daddy G appeared with a tissue. He grabbed her chin, wiping her face and holding it to her nose.
“Blow,” he commanded.
She knew better than to complain. Although sometimes that didn’t stop her. But this time, she blew and got on with writing her lines. Steele’s phone rang as she neared the end of her lines.