Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
The boy lit up. “Deal. Thank you very much, Ma’am—”
“I heard my name!” Colt called out.
Cam and I exchanged a smirk before I found Colt in the pool.
“Just bribing Cam here with my famous chili,” I told him.
That had his interest, and he swam over to the edge. “Oh yeah? Can you bribe me with it too? My future husband keeps puttin’ beans in his, so we might not make it.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Where is he anyway?”
“I have beans!” Noa yelled, grabbing his crotch. “Magic beans!”
One more headshake. This one from Colt too.
“Get your beans over here, boy,” KC ordered. “You can help me finish my workout.”
Colt and I looked at each other again, and he said, “Luke’s writin’ his vows in the cabin.”
Aw, that made me smile. “Have you finished yours?”
His forehead wrinkled. “I’m gonna wing it.”
O…kay.
Well, I was sure they were going to be lovely either way. Colt had never struggled to find his words, that was for certain.
When he returned to challenge Ty in another race, I brought my breakfast over to the crafty brats, and I sat down next to Nora.
As much as I should probably maintain a safe distance, it seemed foolish after last night. If I avoided her, she might get hurt, and that was the last thing I wanted.
Not that I could claim I sat down here only for her sake…
“Morning, scary brats.” I took a sip of my coffee and looked at what they were doing. Shay and Lane appeared to be making elastic bracelets with letter beads, and then I saw Camden at the head of the table doing the same thing. Nora too, only she was crafting a key ring with similar beads.
“Morning, Ma’am.”
“Good morning, Mistress Penelope,” Shay said, holding out the bracelet he was working on. “Is this gonna get me laid or what?”
I grinned and leaned forward, reading what the beads said. Shay’s Daddy.
“That’s sweet. Reese will gobble that up,” I said.
He smirked, satisfied. “I made one for River earlier too.”
“Look at mine, Ma’am!” Camden stood up, almost as short as Noa, and proudly showed me his bracelet with pastel-colored beads. “I borrowed the idea from Lane. D for Daddy, C for Camden, D for Daddy.”
“Aw, I bet they’ll love it,” I said in my best Mommy voice. Which never felt natural, but I’d seen firsthand how the wrong tone of voice could deflate an excited Little.
Lane was more modest when he flashed the piece he was working on.
“SKD and WFB?” I tilted my head, confused.
Lane shrugged, his smile a bit sheepish. “Swamp King Daddy and Wild Fry Boy. He usually calls me darlin’, but his latest nickname for me is wild fry, so…yeah.”
Check out these sweeter-than-sugar terrors. Who wouldn’t be terrified to face them in a dark alley?
Even though I was nowhere near being interested in Mommykink—or Daddykink, for that matter—I loved seeing Littles and Middles find their comfort zone out here.
“I foresee a lot of dopey Daddy smiles on your Owners’ faces later,” I predicted, turning to Nora next. “What about you, pet?”
I saw a faint blush creep forward on her cheeks, reminding me how deliciously flushed she’d been last night…
She shifted in her seat and slid a couple pieces closer to me. She’d used plain white beads with black letters, and the bracelet packed a punch with its simple word.
Servitude.
The key ring read “Prey.”
Motherfucker. Who knew plastic beads could kick you in the teeth?
I didn’t need this in my life. I didn’t need to be exposed to things—to traits, to appearances, to kinks, to…to whatever the fuck—that made me wonder if…maybe… Maybe there was someone out there for me. Maybe there was someone closer than that.
Nora ticked too many boxes, and it rattled me.
I’d let things go too far last night, but even in knowing that, it wasn’t going to stop me later today. I was already looking forward to buying her that drink after the party. I wanted to watch her today, see how she interacted with my friends and our community Tops who were going to assist in the kinky exploring.
I found a decent distraction when Jack arrived. With him here, the event planning could begin, and we opted to sit on the little porch outside Greer’s cabin. It gave us some distance from nosy Masters who had just one more idea.
Unlike me, Greer had a slave who’d set up a nice seating area on their porch, so we took our seats around a low table that definitely got wiped down frequently—even the cushions looked like they were new. Reese had brought over a umbrella for us, seeing as this was gonna take a while, and I’d come prepared with notebooks, pens, the community planner, and—
“Excuse me, Sirs and Ma’am? I have drinks for you!”
I looked over my shoulder and spotted Cam hurrying down the lawn with a cooler.