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)
“I’m fine.”
“Clearly not.” Guilt filled his face. “I should have been looking after you better. I thought you were going to come play with me.”
“I was, then I thought I’d make lunch. You’re not to blame for me hurting myself.”
Brody just shook his head, clearly not agreeing with her.
“Eat your lunch, Pup. We can talk about this later. But from now on, Bunny, you’re not allowed to use any knives without supervision.”
“What? Really?” He had to be joking.
“Yes. Really.” He held up the grilled cheese for her to take a bite.
“You don’t think that’s overreacting?” she asked, after swallowing.
“No, I do not. I won’t have you getting hurt. No knives.”
Sheesh.
The guilt was eating away at him.
He waited until Tutu was down for her nap to search out the Fox. The other man was in her nursery. He looked up enquiringly as Brody crooked a finger at him.
The Fox turned on a monitor by the bed, grabbing the receiver unit. They both moved into the playroom. “What’s wrong, Pup?”
“I feel bad.”
“What for?”
“For being too busy gaming to notice that Autumn was upset. And then she hurt herself.”
“I’m not upset with you,” the Fox told him. “She could have told you how she was feeling.”
“I know. But I still feel bad.”
“What would you like to do about it?”
Brody had been thinking about this for the last two hours. “I think you should punish me.”
The Fox raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?”
“I think it will help get rid of the guilt. Remind me to keep a closer eye on her when you’re not here.”
“All right, Pup,” the Fox murmured. “I’ll always be here to give you what you need. Strip.”
“Here? And I have to be naked for this?”
“I don’t want to go far. And yes, you do. Would you like me to add extras for arguing?”
“No, Sir.”
He drew off his clothes. He’d get them later. Maybe.
The Fox gestured to the desk.
“Turn around and bend over the desk. Spread your legs wide.”
Okay. He was doing this. He’d asked to be spanked. It would be worth the small embarrassment and pain if he felt better about himself afterward.
“The count is ten. Will that be enough?”
“I think so, Sir.”
“I won’t go easy just because you’ve asked to be punished.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
He braced himself, but the first smack still made him groan. The other man definitely didn’t hold back. He slapped his hand against Brody’s poor bottom over and over until his ass was stinging, and the knot of guilt unraveled.
“That’s ten, Pup. You’ve been punished. Do you feel better?”
“Yes, thank you, Sir.” He stood.
Slap!
“Did I tell you that you could move, Pup?”
“Sorry, Sir.” He got back into position.
“That’s better. Because I want to explore.” He ran his hand over Brody’s hot ass, making him moan. Then he reached between his legs to run his hand up and down Brody’s shaft.
“Fuck.”
“Is that what you want, Pup? A good fuck?” With his other hand, he pressed his thumb against his puckered back hole.
Shoot.
That felt way too good. His dick was rock hard.
“I thought I didn’t get to come after a punishment?”
“Well, you did ask for this punishment, which took a lot of courage. I figure that deserves some reward.”
He’d take it.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Pup?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good. I’ll be back in a moment. Stay here.”
The Fox returned quickly, holding a plug and a tube of lube.
Yikes.
The Fox squirted some lube over the plug, coating it.
“What a fine ass you have.”
His face was probably as red as his ass by now.
“Part your ass cheeks.”
He groaned. He fucking hated this. Why couldn’t the Fox do this for him?
Because he likes making you squirm.
Sadist.
He parted his cheeks and the Fox immediately started pushing the plug inside him. He breathed in deep, letting it out slowly as the widest part slid inside him.
It burned. But it was delicious.
“Good boy. Let go of your cheeks. I want you to kneel while I wash my hands.” The Fox moved into the attached bathroom.
When he returned, he was naked except for a pair of boxers. Brody’s breath came out in a whoosh as he took in his gorgeous body. He was muscular and his abs were amazing. Brody wanted to lick them. To explore his entire body.
The Fox grinned, turning. “Like what you see, Pup?”
Yes. Yeah, he definitely did.
And he’d just spotted a tattoo on his back. It looked like Celtic knots that ended in almost a point at the base then flared out to the sides over his shoulders. It was the only tattoo he could see.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, it’s time to get me ready to take you. Open your mouth.”
Like he wasn’t ready. Brody could see how he was pressing against his boxers.
“Oh, I’m sorry!”
They both glanced over to see Autumn standing in the doorway, looking sleepy.
“Nothing to be sorry about, baby girl,” the Fox told her. “Did we wake you?”