Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
“Come here before you hurt yourself.”
She blew out a raspberry. “I’m not going to hurt myself.”
“You’re always hurting yourself.”
“That’s not true.”
“Uh huh. How is your toe doing? Should you even be running on it? And what about your fingers? And the burn on your hand? I should have had Aaron check that too.”
“My hand is fine. And I didn’t mean to hurt my toe. It was all the stupid door’s fault. And I just bit my nails too short. Besides, nothing hurts as much as my butt-butt, and that’s your fault!” She pointed at him imperiously.
“And it’s about to get another spanking if you don’t do as you’re told. Come here.” He pointed at the floor in front of him.
She eyed him, wondering if he was really being serious or if she could push things a bit more.
He just gave her a firm look back.
She didn’t really want another spanking. Just then, her tummy growled again, reminding her that she really needed to eat some food.
“You’re being a party-pooper, Papa,” she told him as she moved down the bed, bounding with each step. That was fun. She should try bouncing on the bed next time.
And Papa felt much better than Daddy.
Then she saw the way he’d frozen. What had she done . . . oh! Didn’t he like her calling him Papa?
“Lo Siento, Alejandro,” she told him quietly.
He’d wanted to take charge. But that didn’t mean he wanted her calling him Papa. Maybe that’s what Elena had called him.
She hated her.
Whoa. Cat. That’s not nice. The poor woman was dead.
Yeah, but she hated her because she’d had all of Alejandro. He’d wanted to marry her.
And sometimes it felt like he couldn’t wait to get rid of Cat.
Which also wasn’t fair because he’d never promised forever.
“There’s no reason to apologize,” he said quietly, reaching up to lift her down. He placed her in front of him and grasped her chin, tilting her face back. “It’s just been a long time since someone called me Papa.”
She licked her lips. “Would you rather I didn’t call you that?”
“No. I just told you that I wanted to spend time with your Little.”
“What about Papi?” she asked. It wasn’t that different. But maybe it was different enough? And she liked the idea of having a name for him that no one else had.
“Papi.” The tension in him lessened. “I like that.” He raised an eyebrow. “Now, we need to have a chat about rules.”
She groaned. “I already have rules.”
He picked her up, settling her on his hip once more as he walked out of the bedroom.
“Now, you’re getting more. No jumping or climbing over the bed.”
“That’s such a boring rule.”
“But one you’ll follow if you want to avoid standing in the corner with your bare bottom on display.”
Hmm, he said that like she should want to avoid it. But the idea of it sounded . . . intriguing.
“Or maybe that’s not a punishment at all,” he murmured as they entered the kitchen.
“Is there something wrong with me?” she asked as he set her on the counter.
He moved between her legs, placing his hands on either side of her. “Wrong with you?”
She blushed, shrugging. “It’s just . . . is it okay to get turned on at the idea of being on display like that? At being intrigued by the idea of being your plaything, of having you play with my ass while you work. Or . . . or sucking you off under your desk. Those don’t seem like things I should want.”
“My poor Pequeña. There is nothing wrong with wanting any of those things. And I should know, since I want them too.”
“Oh, you want me to fuck your ass with my fingers, and then to lick my pussy while I work . . . huh, okay. I’m sure I can accommodate you.”
“So naughty. You know exactly what I meant. I can see I’m going to have to spank you daily to keep you from misbehaving.”
“Behave? Pfft. That sounds so boring.” She grinned at him.
His gaze grew heated. “I’m glad you want those things. Because I am done holding back.”
“Sheesh, this was you holding back?”
He grinned. “Just you wait. You thought I was bossy before. You’ve seen nothing yet.”
Dear Lord.
There was definitely something wrong with her because she was turned on again, her clit throbbing.
Luckily, her stomach made growling noises before she could do anything crazy like beg him to eat her out again.
“Right. Food first. Then sleep. It’s late for a Little girl to be awake. You were supposed to be in bed by nine.” He shook his head. You need some close minding.”
“I do not! And I don’t need to go to bed by nine. That’s a baby’s bedtime.”
“A baby’s bedtime would be seven.”
Seven? Dear. Lord.
“Of course, if the baby was napping during the day, they might get a later bedtime. Some bigger girls need naps too.”