Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
When her fingers held on to his shoulders as he moved, he seduced and pleasured her with long, slow strokes aimed to glide just where she needed it. Celeste wrapped her legs around his hips, fully opening herself to his thrusts, and he reached deeper inside her body.
Chapter Sixteen
Waking up the next morning sprawled over Hawking’s hard body, Celeste smiled and pressed a kiss to his hard chest. She might have to rethink her aversion to going to bed early. Their lovemaking had continued for a very long time the previous night.
“Good morning, Little girl,” Hawking said in a deep, sleepy voice that made her happy.
“Good morning, Daddy.”
“Did you have any bad dreams?”
“No. You made me focus on other things,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat slightly.
“I’m glad. I didn’t have any nightmares either,” he said, grinning at her.
Catching sight of the time, he cursed, “Damn it. I have to get up, CB.”
Hawking eased her off his body and asked, “Do you want to get up now or be a slug in bed?”
“Bed,” she said, yawning and settling on her tummy. His hand smoothed over her hair before she felt him kiss her temple.
“Sleep, Cuddle Bug. No going out into the resort. Stay here or go work on your research in the basement with Magnus.”
A horrifying thought leaped into her mind. She pushed her torso up to turn around to look at him. “Magnus can’t see us in here, can he?”
“Not in my apartment. He doesn’t have eyes on any of the private areas. The changing rooms, bathrooms, and bedrooms are all off-limits.”
“Thank goodness,” she muttered, collapsing back to the mattress.
His eyes narrowed. “No touching yourself while I’m gone, Little girl. Your orgasms belong to me now.”
“Always?” she asked, pushing herself up once again to watch him as he pulled on his clothes.
“Always. Daddy will monitor you when you masturbate from now on,” he said firmly.
“You want to watch me?”
“Oh, yeah. If you’re good, I’ll let you watch me,” he teased.
An instant image popped into her mind as she stared at him, which left her unable to think of a reply.
“Be good.” Hawking stopped to kiss her deeply.
Between the kiss and the mental picture in her head of Hawking touching himself, there was no way she could fall back to sleep. Her hands crept down her abdomen and froze inches from their target.
Your orgasms belong to me now.
Groaning, she rolled over on her stomach and buried her head in the soft pillow. Having a Daddy was going to kill her.
An hour later, she forced herself out of bed and took a cold shower. With her desire somewhat banked by the frigid water, she dressed quickly and brushed her hair and teeth. She wanted to talk to Hawking but knew he’d be in the security office, and that was a no-no.
Taking the elevator downstairs, she allowed Magnus to bully her into eating a few bites of breakfast, and then Celeste dived into work. Her goal was to organize her research data so it would be easily replicated and understood. She carefully supported any hypotheses she’d had in moving from one stage to another in the process. Celeste felt like she was buried to her eyebrows in work when Magnus interrupted her for lunch.
“Take a break. Come eat a sandwich,” he invited from across the room.
“Sorry. I can’t right now.”
In what seemed like five minutes later, her Daddy stood beside her. “You have thirty seconds to wrap up that sentence.”
“I can’t stop now. Give me an hour,” she requested without looking up. Celeste tried not to be annoyed by his disruption.
“You now have fifteen seconds.”
Something in his tone made Celeste make a checkmark in the margin where she was working. She jotted three words—check repeat sequence. That would give her a clue for what she had been doing.
Looking up this time, she asked, “What? I’m busy. You can’t just interrupt me in the middle of work, Hawking.”
“That’s two infractions, Little girl. Tone and name. Don’t get three.”
Exasperated, she dared ask, “What are you going to do? Spank me in front of everyone?”
“Three and no.” Hawking pulled her chair back.
Celeste grabbed for the edge of the table and barely missed. By the look on his face, she knew that was lucky. In one easy haul that made the world seem to spin around her, Hawking lifted Celeste from the chair and draped her over his shoulder. She bounced on his shoulder as he walked across the room.
He made one stop along the way before continuing on his path. She wondered what had stopped him but saw a tray of sandwiches on the table when he passed. He was hungry?
“Don’t let me interrupt your lunch,” she said sarcastically.
“I ate lunch approximately three hours ago.” He informed her before announcing, “Four.”
“Doesn’t the countdown stop at three?” she said in the same disrespectful tone.