Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
His brow furrows, but he’s also grinning. “Are you protecting your bottom from a spanking, Mia?”
My cheeks heat, and there’s no way to stop the flush I’m sure he’s witnessing. I nod. I’ve never been a good liar. I can’t lie at all. I’m not usually so naughty either.
“These Daddies you speak of. They don’t permit eye rolling or being told no, do they?”
I swallow hard. “No, Sir.” The reverence flows off my tongue naturally.
“Papis do not allow such naughty behavior either, Little one,” he informs me. “You don’t like to be naughty, do you?”
I shake my head slowly. “No, Sir.” I feel like I’m floating out of my body. This can’t be happening. I’m surely not standing here talking to this gigantic man who is Daddying me in every way. He’s Daddying me better than anyone ever has, and I barely know him.
Part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and rush into his arms. But that’s irrational, and I’m scared. Why doesn’t Ava look at me? I glance at her again. She’s consumed by the man she’s talking to.
“I’ll tell you what, Baby girl. When we get upstairs, I will spank your naughty little bottom, and your behavior will be forgiven. How does that sound?”
It sounds like heaven. It sounds like I’m dreaming. Maybe I’m still in bed, and I never even got up yet today. I knew Ava wanted me to go out with her tonight. I knew we were going to Club Zoom. I bet I’ve tucked that into my subconscious and created an elaborate dream from it.
“Is Ava a good friend?”
“Yes. We’ve been roommates for six years. We met in college. I can’t go with you. I can’t leave her.” I’m saying the words, but already I don’t believe them.
“I suspect you will see her again, Baby girl,” he says soothingly.
My breath hitches. How can he know that?
“What do you do for work here on Earth, Little one?”
I lick my lips. I know he’s distracting me. “I’m a graphic designer. I have clients waiting for me to finish their work.”
“The club will contact them and let them know, Little one.”
“Let them know what?” I shake my head. I can’t stop.
He moves closer and cups my face with both hands. “You’re mine, Mia,” he tells me again.
Silent tears escape my eyes. I know he’s right. “I’m scared.”
“I know, Baby girl. That’s normal.” He swipes the tears away with his thumbs. “I promise to do everything in my power to help you through this transition so you can be the happiest Little girl in the universe.”
I start panting. I might hyperventilate. I try to pull away from him, but he swoops in and lifts me off the floor. He cradles me to his chest, careful to trap my dress under my bottom so no one in the club can see my panties.
Surgient presses my face against his chest as he turns around. He speaks to his friend. “We’re going upstairs.”
“We’ll be right behind you.”
I squirm, trying to free myself, needing to see Ava. I want to talk to her.
“Mia,” I hear her say. She touches my bare leg.
I can’t see her. I fight against Surgient’s firm grip, but he’s too strong. He’s keeping my face toward him.
Suddenly he’s moving. Walking fast. The sounds of the club are booming around us. He cradles me so close that nothing and no one touches me. I hear gasps as we pass people.
“Why her?” someone says.
“Lucky bitch,” someone else mutters.
“Damn, how unfair,” comes from another voice.
“I’ve never even seen her before.”
“Who is she?”
“I have no idea.”
“Is she even an adult?”
Surgient pushes through a door, and the voices, music, and shouting are silenced. He eases his grip on my head. “Don’t listen to any of them, Baby girl,” he says when our eyes meet.
I shove against him. “Let me go. I need to go home.” I’m no match for him though. Not even close. He doesn’t have to exert himself to continue to hold me.
An elevator opens, and Surgient steps inside. He rolls me so I’m more tightly pressed against him and kisses my temple. “I know you’re afraid, Baby girl. I promise to make it better.”
My heart is racing. I continue to wiggle in his arms, but I can’t get down, and if I did somehow cause him to drop me, I would be injured from this height. He’s so tall.
My mind races. I picture my apartment. I’m never going to go there again. Everything I own is gone to me. Suddenly I gasp and lift my face to his. “Pokey!” I shout. “I can’t leave Pokey.” I fight against him harder. Now I’m frantic. Crying.
When the elevator opens, Surgient steps off and moves quickly across the room. Finally, he lowers onto a sofa. His expression is filled with concern. “Who’s Pokey?”