Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Sometimes, I loved being a brat.
Okay, most of the time.
Brats got to have more fun.
Placing my hands on my hips, I raised my eyebrows and said, “I’m sorry, you must be used to dealing with Littles. See, I’m a Middle. I don’t blindly follow orders. Quite the opposite. I do what I want and what I think is right.” I even added a snotty little tilt of my nose, waiting to see the man’s blue eyes darken with anger. Controlling men usually didn’t like mouthy brats who didn’t instantly fall to their knees in subjection. My submission had to be earned, not given. “At the moment, I need to thaw out a little more before I leave the lovely heat of this gigantic fireplace because I’m pretty sure my eyelashes still have frost on them.” I frowned and rubbed between my eyes. “And my head is starting to hurt.”
My body erupted in tingles as he slid his warm hands into my hair, cupping my still chilly skull and massaging lightly. Those long, graceful fingers of his worked pressure spots on my skull that had my knees going weak. Literally, I found myself leaning into him, surprised that the chest my forehead rested against was rock hard beneath the smooth cloth of his suit. I would have been embarrassed, but he was making the pain and tension of my hours of travel go away.
“You’re very good at this,” I mumbled, wondering if I was drooling as he worked my neck. “Don’t you have a conversation to have or something?”
“They can wait a moment.”
My head was as limp as a doll’s, and I instinctively followed his directions. Moving with him felt as natural as breathing, and soon my whole face was smooshed against his chest. I allowed myself to fully enjoy the sensation, already giving permission to my inner teen to come out to play. She was all about pleasure and reveled in his unique ability to make our body relax.
“That is so good,” I grunted as he pressed his thumb into a tense muscle at the base of my neck. “God.”
“I’ve heard that before,” he said in a soft and slightly arrogant voice that plucked at my nipples.
The hint of overconfidence irked me a little, even if it was deserved, so I said with a mock sad sigh, “It’s so lame that men with really good hands usually lack in other departments. What is it? Are you one of those guys who doesn’t believe in going down on a woman? Or do you have terrible rhythm in the sack? Maybe an issue with premature ejaculation? I heard wearing two condoms might help with that.”
The cat women gave little delighted gasps of shock, and the hands around my neck stilled.
“Santo Dios,” the blonde who must be Petal said, “she is brave.”
“Or stupid,” Georgiana whispered back. “Either way, it is very entertaining. The Littles I have met so far have been adorably sweet and submissive, but not entertaining. I think I like these Middles.”
“But still,” Petal whispered back, “Caleb has big hands. If he spanks her, she may not be able to sit down for a week.”
I eyed Caleb’s hands.
They were indeed big.
Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to tease an unknown Dom at a sex-positive resort.
In fact, I was pretty sure I’d read somewhere that they had rules of conduct for guests.
“Um, I’m not checked in yet,” I said as I opened my eyes and ducked out of his loose grasp. “So I’m not breaking any rules by being a brat. And I’m not collared so you can’t complain to anyone about my behavior. I’m… I’m still a civilian.”
I thought Caleb might be mad, but instead he put his hands on his hips and chuckled. Softly at first, then a little louder with a headshake thrown in. His dark, silky hair slid over his tanned skin as he lifted his face to the high-beamed lodge ceiling. The light just seemed to love this man’s face, because every angle entranced me. He wasn’t super handsome, but he was fascinating. I found myself watching him raptly, waiting for his gaze to meet mine again. Wanting to feel that thrill of an unspoken and unacknowledged connection between us.
His laughter grew a little louder, but it still had an intimate quality to it. A sinister smile twisted his lips as his attention returned to me. Those hooded, sapphire-blue eyes of his bored into me like he saw into my soul. In my experience, only very powerful and older Doms had acquired that look. Either he had an old soul or a young face.
“A civilian, huh?”
My response was dumb, but I decided to brazen it out. “Yes.”
The power of his gaze flipped all these unknown switches inside of me, activating emotions and sensations I was unprepared to deal with. Looking into his eyes made me feel new things, ones I didn’t want to face. The feeling of something growing between us grew more powerful by the moment, and I took a step back, my gaze falling to the floor as I sought to regain my mental footing.