Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Party pooper.” Molly popped her hand over her mouth, realizing she’d just called him a name and confirmed she planned to play after he left.
“I’ve been called much worse. Your pleasure now happens with me. Not in your bedroom alone.”
“That’s not fair. You’re not the boss of me.”
Faust raised one eyebrow and looked at her. “You always have a choice, Pixie. It just comes with consequences.”
“How will you know?” she asked.
“Go get your vibrator and bring it to me.”
“What?”
“I’m protecting the already spanked bottom of a Little girl who’s planning to be naughty,” he told her solemnly.
“Faust,” she hissed, looking down the hall to make sure no one was outside her apartment.
He simply held out his hand. She stared him down. His unrelenting face didn’t give her any hope. He’d stand there until she caved. In less than thirty seconds, she said, “Fine.”
Disappearing into her apartment, Molly started to stomp her feet but didn’t want to wake up the people below her. Walking without the loud statement didn’t feel as satisfying even if she was thinking mean thoughts as she went into her bedroom and opened her nightstand. When she turned around, Faust stood in the bedroom doorway.
“Oh!” she said, startled.
“I decided that if you’re being bratty, you must be too tired to get ready for bed by yourself.”
“I can do it,” Molly answered, propping one hip against the bed as she yawned widely. His suggestion had sapped the last of her ability to hide the exhaustion draped over her like a heavy blanket.
“Where’s your nightgown, Pixie?” Faust asked, taking her vibrator from her hand and sticking it in his back pocket.
“Under my pillow.”
He reached around her to tug it free and draped it over his shoulder before pulling the covers down. She looked longingly at the sheets and started to climb into bed.
“Not yet, Little girl.”
He lifted her back to stand in front of him. Faust knelt in front of her and removed her shoes and socks. When his fingers unfastened her jeans, she rested a hand on his shoulder for balance. Her eyes kept drifting shut. She felt him draw her underwear and pants down her legs and thought of being embarrassed but didn’t have the energy for it.
Her hands drifted over his hard body when he stood. “You work out a lot, don’t you, Daddy?” she mumbled.
“Yes.”
She waited for him to say more but he simply removed her shirt and bra before pulling her nightshirt over her head. Molly threw her arms around his neck when he picked her up. Carrying her into the bathroom, he set Molly on her feet.
“Go potty.”
Without thinking, she sat down to pee as he put toothpaste on her toothbrush. “We matched today, Daddy,” she mumbled.
“I noticed. You made me look good tonight,” he answered as he gathered some toilet paper and handed it to her.
“I need to take a shower,” she insisted as she stood up to flush the toilet. “And you already look scrumptious.”
“Shower tomorrow morning. And scrumptious?”
“Mmm. Definitely.” She picked up the toothbrush and scrubbed it around her mouth for a few seconds before proclaiming, “Done.”
“Not done. You only brushed three teeth.” Faust took it from her hand and held it to her lips until she opened her mouth. He expertly brushed her teeth.
“That feels good,” she mumbled around the brush.
“Here’s some water. Rinse your mouth, Little girl.”
When she’d accomplished that task, he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her back to the bedroom. “Oh!” she gasped as he scooped her up in his strong arms and placed her on the bed.
“I need Angel,” she insisted.
“She’s right here, Pixie.” Faust tucked the teddy bear into her arms. Instantly relaxing, she closed her eyes as he tucked the covers under her chin.
Hugging Angel against her body, Molly whispered, “Night-night kiss, Daddy.”
Faust pressed his lips to hers and kissed her slowly. The exchange was sweet but intense. Molly didn’t have any doubt that Faust was staking his claim and she loved it. No one had ever cared enough about her to want her to know she belonged to him.
“Mmm!” she hummed when he stood up.
“Go to sleep, Little girl. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Night, Daddy.”
Waking up the next morning, Molly blinked her eyes open and looked around. She still held Angel and it seemed like she hadn’t moved at all. After checking the time, she relaxed against the pillow for a few seconds to remember the previous evening.
“Oh, goodness. He saw me naked,” Molly realized.
It had been embarrassing for him to see her bottom covered by her underwear. Now, he’d seen her naked and not even with the distraction of sex. Okay, maybe sex wasn’t a distraction. The thought of doing it with Faust made her squirm. She hadn’t even seen him without his shirt and knew he’d look good.
Faust as a lover? Molly fanned herself. He would be intense. She’d only had a one-night stand, but she’d seen lots of seductions on TV and in the movies. Faust would be way dreamier than those guys.