Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
“You didn’t understand? Oh, have you not used these painkillers before? You stick them in your bottom. Quite clever, really. The painkiller is absorbed quicker, and you won’t get a sore tummy like you sometimes do with oral pills. Also, if you have a migraine, we can insert it in your bottom without having to try and get you to take the oral painkillers.”
It was quite a clever solution, really. Even if he was glad that he didn’t have to take some painkillers in the butt.
“I . . . well . . . yeah I get how they’re a good idea. But I, um, I’m not really comfortable with you sticking things in my bottom.”
“Really? I rather like the idea of sticking things in your bottom. Would it help if I demonstrated on Brody first?”
Heat filled her face. “Now, that I’d like to see.”
“Hey!” He held his hands up. “I don’t need any painkillers.”
“You soon will,” the Fox warned.
Well, that wasn’t ominous or anything.
“I don’t think you need to demonstrate anything. Tutu, do you want your oral painkiller today?”
“Um, yeah. I think so.”
“Very well. But one day I’ll get to use these on you both.” The Fox held up the packet. “Good times.”
23
“Now, it’s time for your punishment. Strip off your boxers, turn around and put your hands on the sofa cushions.”
Autumn’s eyes widened at the Fox’s brisk instructions. Brody looked like he had entered an alternate universe and had no idea what the hell was happening.
“Uh, um, Fox . . . I . . .”
“What do you call me?” the Fox asked, wrapping his hand around the back of Brody’s neck in a clearly dominant move.
Jeez Louise.
That was so freaking hot.
And from the way Brody looked at the Fox, he thought so too.
“Sir.”
“That’s my good Pup. Now, you have your instructions, so I expect you to get into position unless you’re saying your safeword.”
“I’m not . . . I’m not saying it.”
“What is your safeword?” she asked.
They both looked at her. The Fox removed his hand from Brody’s neck. What a shame.
“Mine’s cabbage,” she told the Fox.
He nodded. “Good to know, Bunny.”
“Mine is red,” Brody explained. “I’m not saying it. I just want to know the reason I’m getting a spanking.”
“What time are you supposed to be in bed by, Pup?”
Uh-oh. How did he know about that?
“I, um, shoot. Eleven.” Last night he hadn’t gotten to bed until after midnight.
“I know that I’ve been busy lately, so some things have fallen through the cracks. Time to start enforcing some of these rules, though. I got to the chapter in my book that said you’ll both feel more secure in our relationship knowing that rules will be enforced.”
She sucked in a breath. Did she feel that way? Hell, maybe she did.
There was something about knowing he was there to keep them safe, even if that meant punishing them when they broke the rules.
Was there really a book, though? She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
“And you have to . . . have to spank me now?” Brody shot her a look.
She tensed. Did he not want to do this in front of her? Did he believe that she’d think less of him?
She would never.
Or maybe he thinks you’ll freak out.
That could be more likely. But she wouldn’t. She could tell he needed this.
“That’s the rules, Brody-bear,” she told him. “Break the rules, get your butt heated. Personally, I think it’s going to be damn hot.”
“Maybe you should get your butt heated too, especially if you don’t eat your snack.”
“How rude.”
The tension in his shoulders had eased, and the Fox sent her a discreet wink.
“Yes, Pup. You’ll look very sexy getting your ass reddened.”
Brody sent the Fox a glare, but she could tell it was half-hearted.
“Bunny, you’re to eat your food and drink your water, or you’ll be getting punished as well.”
“A spanking?” she asked.
Was she ready for that? Part of her thought she was. But she also didn’t want to be naughty and have him get annoyed at her.
It doesn’t matter if you’re naughty. He won’t leave you.
“Perhaps. Or maybe some timeout as well as an early bedtime and no dessert.”
Shit. No. Way.
Brody grinned. “I think she’d rather have the spanking.”
Yeah, she thought that too.
“Well, that’s too bad. I’m the Daddy. I make the rules and punishments. It’s hard to be the one in charge, but someone has to do it.” He sighed dramatically.
Yeah, right.
He loved being the one in charge.
“Unless a punishment is a hard limit,” Brody warned.
“True. I have covered that in the book. Brody’s told me his hard limits, Bunny. What are yours?”
“I, um . . .”
“Brody’s are no blood play. No knives. No whips. He doesn’t like the sound they make. No degradation or name calling.”
“You remembered all that?” Brody whispered.
“Of course. I remember everything that is important to me.”