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)
“MC Squared. You’re trying to kill me,” Brody muttered as she put her mouth around the head of his cock. She glanced up at him to make sure that he wasn’t really objecting. But he had his eyes closed and seemed to be silently counting.
“He’s just enjoying himself. A lot,” the Fox told her. “Foxy says, keep going, Bunny.”
She took more of his dick into her mouth. Oh, Lord. That was so good.
“That’s it. Foxy says, move your mouth up and down his dick.”
She did as she was told.
“You like that, don’t you, Bunny? I think our boy would like your mouth around his dick while we finish watching our show.”
“Nooo,” Brody countered.
Slap!
Brody jumped, hissing as the Fox slapped his ass. “Be careful. What if she bites down?”
“Then you shouldn’t move. Or try to take charge. No topping from the bottom, Pup.”
Brody started to count quietly once more.
“Foxy says, Bunny take your mouth off Brody’s dick.”
She moved back immediately even though she really, really wanted to keep going. But that was the game. And ultimately, she wasn’t in control. And that was a good feeling. It made her feel carefree. Similar to when she was in Little headspace.
“Good Bunny. Foxy says, Brody, sit on the sofa with your legs spread apart.”
Brody practically stumbled back to the sofa and sat, pushing his thighs apart.
“That’s my good baby boy.”
“Hell,” Brody muttered quietly. She could almost swear that his cock grew harder.
“Foxy says put a cushion on the floor between your feet, Pup.”
Brody reached over and grabbed a cushion, setting it on the floor.
The Fox turned and grasped hold of her chin. “Listen to me, Bunny.”
The serious note in his voice had her glancing up at him immediately.
“You do not do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I might be in charge of the game, but that’s all it is. A game. Nothing is as important as your physical and mental well-being, and you always have the ultimate control.”
That was a surprise. In fact, she was kind of surprised by how often he reiterated that she had a safeword.
“I always thought you’d want a complete power exchange.”
“Maybe I will sometimes. But I’ve learned that the most important thing is not what I want, but what the two of you need.”
Even Brody looked shocked by that.
“Believe me, it was a shock to me as well. Understand me, Bunny. You’re never to do something unless it’s also what you want. I do not want to be like your grandparents.”
Ahh, she got it now.
Reaching up, she grasped hold of his hand tentatively, hoping it wasn’t the wrong thing to do. His eyebrows rose, but he didn’t say anything to make her move away.
“You could never be like them. I know that you always have my best interests at heart. I trust you.”
“Good girl.” He ran his thumb over her cheek before removing his hand. “And of course, you trust me. Why wouldn’t you?”
And there he was. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from giggling.
“Now, Foxy says go kneel on the cushion between Brody’s legs and take his dick into your mouth.”
Yes, please.
Crawling over to the spot between his legs, because why walk when she could crawl? She knelt on the cushion and looked up at Brody with a smile. Then she took his cock into her mouth.
“I’m going to die,” Brody moaned.
“I don’t think anyone ever died from a blow job,” the Fox mused. “You’d think that would be something I would know. I’m going to have to look that up later.”
“Am I going to be allowed to come whenever I want?” Brody asked.
“Foxy says no.”
“Foxy is a jerk,” Brody muttered.
Wow, Brody was just asking for a red bottom.
“Foxy says, Bunny, move back.”
She scuttled back out of the way, but stayed kneeling on the floor.
“Foxy says, Brody, stand up and turn around then put your hands on the sofa cushions.”
“I have really got to learn to watch what I say,” Brody moaned as he moved into position.
She nodded. He really did. Sometimes he just blurted out whatever came to mind, which tended to land him in big trouble.
He ended up bent over, his ass on display. Yum.
“Has a great ass, doesn’t he, Bunny?”
“He sure does, Daddy,” she replied. “Squeezable.”
“Yes. And fuckable.” The Fox ran a finger between the cheeks of his ass.
Brody let out a low moan. “Fox . . . ”
The Fox drew his hand back and landed it heavily on one cheek then the other.
A whimper escaped Brody.
“That’s Sir or Papa to you, Pup.”
“Sorry, Sir,” he replied.
“Now, what did you say? That I’m a jerk? That’s got to be at least ten.”
She winced. She knew being spanked wasn’t Brody’s favorite thing, but it was meant to be a punishment. And honestly, sometimes she thought he protested a bit much. Because he seemed to keep earning spankings.