Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“No, I haven’t.” He slowly pushed his cock inside her.
“Oh. Ohh,” she moaned.
“Feel good, baby?”
“More. More.” She drove her hips up, taking a few more inches of him without permission.
Nope. Not happening.
Sometimes, he’d found that she needed a stern hand. But never mean.
No, he’d never be mean to his girl. It was impossible.
“Uh-uh, you’re not in charge here.” He pulled out of her.
“Noo,” she cried. “I’m sorry!”
He shook his head at her. “I’m sorry, too, baby. But you need to learn to listen to me. And do what you’re told.”
Rolling her onto her side, he pushed her nightgown up and then drew her legs up so they were curled against her chest.
“No!” she cried as he smacked his hand over her butt cheeks several times.
“Remember to use your safeword if you need to,” he reminded her, although she was only getting a few spanks, so he doubted she would need to.
“I’m sorry! Please!”
He rubbed her pink cheeks until she quieted.
“My darling girl. I should fuck you without giving you any release as punishment.” He settled in behind her, driving his dick into her from behind as he reached around to cup her breasts.
“Nooo! You wouldn’t! Spank me instead. Please,” she begged.
He had to smile. Then he kissed along her shoulder. She let out a small whimper.
“I won’t,” he told her, dropping his hand between her legs to play with her clit. She straightened one leg so he could reach her more easily. “This time. But just remember that the next time you disobey me in the bedroom, that might be your punishment.”
Her breathing grew erratic as he fucked her slowly, his finger playing with her until she reached that peak and crashed over it.
The feel of her pulsating around him sent him over the edge, and so he drove into her faster and harder until he found his own release.
Shuddering, he held her tight as he tried to calm his breathing.
“Christ, darling girl. I swear that every time it gets better.”
She turned to kiss him. “It sure does.”
Bebe clapped her hands as a bowl of spaghetti bolognese was placed before her. “Spag bol! Spag bol!”
Then she stopped.
Oh.
Maybe he didn’t want her Little out at the dinner table? Dinners with the asshole had always been very formal affairs. He’d expected perfect manners so she would have found herself marched off to bed with no dinner for that display.
Corbin wasn’t like that. But still, she turned to watch him for his reaction.
Only to find him staring at her in concern. “What’s wrong, darling? Is something the matter with the food? Am I missing something?”
“What? No! It looks delicious. It’s just . . . is it okay for me to be Little while eating dinner? I can be quieter and less excitable. And I can eat really tidily. And I’ll do all the dishes.”
“Hey, hey, hey.” He moved off his chair to crouch next to her. Gently, with his hand on one cheek, he turned her to face him. “You can be whatever you need to be. I like when you’re excited, it means you’re happy. If you get too messy, I’ll feed you and put a bib on you. If you get too loud, then I’ll find a way to quiet you down. Be yourself, baby. Okay?”
“All right. I, um . . . I . . .”
“What is it?”
“I like the idea of the, um . . . of the . . .”
“Bib? Me feeding you?”
She nodded, feeling her face growing red.
“That’s good because so do I.”
Bebe let out a deep breath, hope filling her. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah, baby.” Standing, he dragged over his chair. Then he walked to a drawer and pulled out her bib. She was dancing for joy on her chair as he tied it around her.
He chuckled as he tried to tie it. “Stay still, baby, so I can get this on.”
“Sorry, Daddy!”
When he had it on, he sat and forked up some spaghetti, holding it up to his mouth.
Huh?
That was her spaghetti! But all he did was test it against his lips and blow on it. “Just got to make sure it’s not too hot. Don’t want to burn my baby.”
Lord.
This man.
He was a balm to her ravaged insides. He smoothed out her rough edges and filled the emptiness inside her.
He was her world.
And she thought she might be the luckiest woman in the world that he loved her.
43
“Corbin! We’re gonna be late! I’m so sorry I slept in!” she stumbled over her own feet as she rushed out of the bedroom and into the living area of their cabin. To her shock, he was sitting at the table, drinking coffee.
“Whoa, darling girl. Calm down or you’re going to hurt yourself.” Putting down his coffee, he grabbed hold of her and lifted her onto his lap. “Shh, everything is all right.”