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)
“How . . . what . . .” He’d never thought to hear something like that from the Fox. His Papa? Did he want that?
Heck, yes.
He wanted it so bad he could taste it.
“How’d you know how to say all that stuff?” he ended up asking.
“I did my research. Did I get it right? Who am I kidding? Of course, I got it right. I’m a fucking genius.”
He was full of himself. But rather than turning Brody off, it only seemed to up his arousal.
Seriously.
What. Was. Wrong. With. Him.
“You did your research?” he asked.
“Of course, you must always do your research. Otherwise, you’re just asking to get killed.”
Umm.
“And this is no different than taking on a job. No, let me rephrase that, there are different goals. Normally, my goal is to take out my mark. But in this case, I want to keep them for myself. God, I’m good. On fucking fire.”
Good Lord.
“But where were we before all the relationship talk? Oh yes, you’ve been a naughty boy so Santa had to bring you coal. But maybe there is a way for you to earn back your gifts.”
“H-how?”
And did he really want to know? He didn’t think he did.
Of course you do, idiot.
That was his dick talking. His dick was so dumb.
“By receiving a different punishment for putting yourself in danger. And then all will be forgiven.”
“I didn’t know that was a rule.”
“Really? You didn’t know you’d be in trouble for putting yourself at risk?”
“You can’t spank me if I didn’t know the rules.”
The Fox gripped his neck again. Fuck. Why did that do it for him?
“Sure I can. Keeping yourself safe is an obvious rule. It doesn’t need to be stated.”
Was it possible for the Fox to be their Dom, their Daddy? Did he even know how?
The other man had been doing some research . . . he was trying and that had to count for something. Was Brody trying to convince himself that this was going to work?
He moaned as the Fox pressed against him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” the Fox told him.
Brody gulped as the Fox grabbed his hands, pinning them to the wall. Then bending down, he nipped at his lips.
Do not cave. Do not give in and beg him to fuck you.
It was hard, though.
So. Damn. Hard.
He’d never been dominated like this before. He’d gone to a club a few times, but that was different. There were always rules and boundaries and a safe word.
With the Fox, he didn’t have any of that.
Should he have those? On the one hand, it seemed like a good idea.
On the other hand, this was fucking hot.
“Open your mouth, sexy boy.”
God. Damn. It.
He shook his head.
“No?” the Fox drawled. “You’re telling me no?”
“I, um, uh . . . I appear to be.” Fuck.
“You appear to be? I would say you are. Why would you say no to me? I don’t like hearing the word no.”
Yeah, he was starting to see that.
“Because I’m an idiot?”
The other man’s face tightened. “Do not talk about yourself like that. Not unless you want me to take off my belt. Do you want your spanking, my Pup?”
He had to bite his lip because he didn’t. And yet, he also kind of did.
“No. I . . . I don’t?”
“Hmm. You don’t sound very certain. Your ass would look fucking sexy red.”
“Do you know what else is sexy?” Brody asked.
“You.”
This man was killing him. He was so arrogant and pushy and bossy. And yet, sometimes, he just came out with these things that made Brody’s knees go weak. “Consent is sexy.”
“Is it?” He stared down into Brody’s eyes. “Are you saying you want me to ask you before I touch you? Before I kiss you? Spank you? Fuck you?”
“I mean . . . not all the time. But perhaps . . . perhaps we should have a safeword. And talk about boundaries. Rules. If . . . if this is a relationship.”
“It is a relationship,” the other man said in a low, warning voice.
Shoot.
“Autumn isn’t here, though.”
“Autumn needs to be with us all the time? That’s not something I knew.”
“No, I mean . . . but she needs to consent too. I’m not doing this without her.”
“Are you telling me that you haven’t already talked to her about this? About me?”
Uh-oh.
He worded that like a question, but it sounded like he already knew the answer.
“What did she say? Does she want to be with both of us?” the Fox asked.
“She . . . I . . . we . . .”
“Pup,” he growled.
“I guess so.”
“You guess so? Are you attracted to me?” the Fox asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you? Taste you? Dominate you?”
Darn him, yes.
“The truth.”
Brody gasped for a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“We don’t know much about you. We’ve barely spent time with you.”