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)
“Damon,” she whispered.
“Like my name on your lips, baby girl. But you’re not doing as I told you, which doesn’t make me happy.”
She widened her legs as far as she could.
“That’s my girl.” His finger pushed into her pussy, thrusting deep.
She let out a small cry, arching back as he pumped it in and out of her pussy.
“What a good baby you’re being. That’s it. Get nice and wet for me.”
Fuck.
His finger drew out and she immediately missed it, wanting it back inside her. She was panting heavily as she looked up. Then she stilled.
He was sucking on his finger, his eyes closed. “Fuck. Me. Delicious.”
Then she moved her gaze to Grady. And saw something unexpected. But not unwanted. There was hunger on Grady’s face. Pure, undiluted need.
But she didn’t think it was because he wanted to be the one tasting her arousal.
Or not entirely.
She thought he was imagining himself licking it from Steele’s finger.
Definitely not the first time she’d wondered whether Grady was into Steele.
She just wasn’t sure if Damon knew or not. Or even if he was into men.
Was she . . . was she coming between them? But then again, they’d been best friends for a long time and it didn’t appear that Grady had ever made a move. She knew they liked to share. But did they ever touch each other?
“Want to taste?” Steele asked Grady.
“Yeah, but I want to eat from the source. After.”
What . . . what did he mean? That he wanted to, uh, eat her?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She wanted that so badly that she swore she nearly came there and then.
“I think our baby likes that idea,” Steele said, dropping his hand to rub her bottom again. “I forgot to ask if there is any position that hurts your back? Are you all right like this?”
“Um, I think it would only be a problem if I was in the same position for a while, I think.”
“If there is ever anything that hurts your back, you tell us,” Grady said sternly. “I’ll add that to the rules.”
“I will.”
“That’s our good baby. Right, the count is twenty. Say your safeword if you need to.”
36
Grady swore he was close to coming in his pants just from watching Damon spank Effie’s naughty bottom. He reached down to adjust himself.
Steele caught the movement and sent him a knowing look as he paused to rub the warmth into her skin.
“How are you doing, Spitfire?” Steele asked.
“It hurts,” she said pitifully.
Worry filled Steele’s face and he paused. “It’s too much?”
She was silent for a moment, sniffling. “No, Daddy.”
“Your back?” Grady asked. He made a mental note to look into the best spanking positions for someone with back issues.
“It’s all right. My back is pretty good most of the time.”
He wasn’t sure that he agreed. He thought that she liked to make light of it, but that it gave her more issues than she let on.
Steele moved his arm to her lower back and she let out a moan of pleasure.
Grady was going to add massages to the list of things they needed to ensure she got.
“Last ten,” Steele said.
He moved quickly, not giving her much time to think. His hand landed again and again, until she was kicking her feet. Her bottom was red and hot, jiggling with each slap and she let out small sobs.
Poor baby.
But she’d brought this on herself. She needed to learn that they wouldn’t put up with her talking badly about herself.
When he was finished, Steele turned her over so she straddled his lap. He cuddled her in close, speaking to her quietly.
Fuck. They looked so good together.
Then she turned her face toward him. Poor sweetheart. She was crying again. He knew she hated doing that. She held out her hand to him and he immediately took hold, letting her draw him in close. He brushed his lips over her cheeks and she let out a small, satisfied sigh.
“Good baby, you’re being so good for Daddy,” Steele murmured to her. “What a precious Little baby. Our baby.”
Grady ran his hand up and down her back until she stopped crying, until she calmed.
Then he grabbed a couple of tissues and Steele turned her so she was facing away from him but still on his lap. She winced as her ass obviously brushed up against him, but otherwise didn’t complain.
Grady thought about just handing her the tissues, but decided against it. He had to do what felt right . . . even if it wasn’t what he was used to. And he felt curious. What it would feel like to take care of her in all ways?
So he lightly grasped her chin and wiped her face clean. Then he held the tissue to her nose. “Blow.”
Her eyes widened.
“Effie. Blow.”
She blew her nose and he felt surprisingly satisfied. Seemed he liked doing this. He’d enjoyed feeding her. Now, cleaning her up.