Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 47381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
He’d taken it amazingly well.
“And why would I want to join you? I don’t need a nap,” he teased.
“You don’t want to nap with me?” she asked.
He swung her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs. “You’re naughty.”
“Are you gonna punish me, Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes. Later.”
They entered what she assumed was his bedroom. It was clear a very masculine room. A brown leather armchair was in one corner of the room. On the wall directly across from the bed, a huge television was set above a gas fireplace. That was all she saw before she was placed on a comfortable bed.
Brand piled the pillows against the headboard. “Sit back.” She scooted back, leaning against the pillows.
He moved onto the bed, his gaze intent on her. Her heart raced. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts with a loose T-shirt. But for some reason, it felt like she was wearing nothing at all. As though he’d stripped her bare with just his gaze.
“Sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.
“I’m ready,” she replied breathlessly.
“You’re going to lie nice and still. No moving. And you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do, understand?”
Her heart raced at the clear dominance in his voice. “Yes.”
“Yes, Daddy, or yes, Sir, if you’re not comfortable with Daddy in the bedroom.”
“I’ll call you Frankenstein if you make me come,” she joked.
“You call me that and I will spank your ass.”
“Is that a promise?”
The threat of being punished was becoming diluted with the more days that passed and he didn’t actually spank her. She was starting to think he was all talk, no spank.
“I can see that someone needs a good spanking,” he murmured. “Perhaps we should take care of that now.”
“No! I’ll be good, Daddy! I promise. Please, no spanking. Just fucking.”
“Better watch that sassy mouth, then,” he warned.
“Perhaps you should put it to good use.”
“Not this time.”
Bummer.
But her disappointment at not getting to give him a blow job died off as he kissed his way up her leg right up to the edge of her shorts.
Then he switched to the other leg, kissing his way down.
“I’m so glad you shaved my legs last night,” she muttered.
He let out a short laugh. He’d insisted on bathing her last night. He’d washed every inch of her before shaving her legs.
It had been intimate. Bit weird. But also kind of sweet.
He undid her shorts, pulling them down. By now, she was getting used to him undressing and dressing her.
However, this was different. This was hot. The way he stared up at her wasn’t the same.
He looked hungry.
Brand placed a kiss on her panty-clad pussy, right over her clit.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Oh, baby. Are you getting wet already?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“You’re forgetting something, though, aren’t you?” He slid off her T-shirt as she tried to think.
What was she forgetting?
“Oh, to kiss you?” She reached for him, but he sat back, shaking his head with a stern look.
“You’re supposed to stay still.”
Rats. So she was. She moved back into position hastily. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s better.”
What was? Oh. She was in position and calling him Daddy.
“Sorry, Sir.” She tried that one out. Hmm, she liked them both.
“Fuck, yes.” His gaze ran over her. She was dressed in her only matching panties and bra. They were a plain pale pink. But he seemed to like them.
“So fucking sexy.” He ran a finger down her chest, between her breasts, over her stomach, then along her pussy. “Do you want me to make you come, baby?”
“Yes. Sir,” she added quickly.
Shoot. She almost forgot again.
He gave her a small smile. “Good girl.”
“You scramble my brain.”
“In a good way.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “In the best way possible.”
He smiled at her.
“God, you’re hot,” she told him.
“Baby, are you trying to flatter me so I fuck your brains out?” he asked as he removed her bra, throwing it to the floor. His fingers were light against her skin as he brushed them over her bare breasts. It was almost too much and yet not enough at the same time.
“Yep. Is it working?” she asked as he cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
She’d never had someone touch her like this. Never had anyone take their time. Keith had been all about her touching him, then when he’d had enough he’d usually roll her over and fuck her.
Jolie was starting to realize just how much of a dick Keith had been.
“Where did you just go?” he asked, cupping her chin as he kneeled between her spread legs.
“I was thinking about Keith.”
His face darkened.
Oh crap. Way to ruin the mood, Jolie.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that! I just… I was thinking about how no one has ever touched me the way you touch me. And that Keith was a selfish lover who never cared about my pleasure.”