Papi’s Savior – Crime Boss Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 105089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
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A small smile crossed her lips, and he could see the tension in her body ease. “Oh, yeah. I guess that’s true. I’ve just never had phone sex.”

“I know. We’ll have to do that another time.” He drew her to the edge of the changing table, her legs around his hips. Bending down, he pressed a kiss to the top of her shoulder.

“Well, Pequeña? What do you say? Would you like to show me how you made yourself come? Or are you going to go without pleasure tonight?”

She bit her lower lip, and he reached up to release it from her teeth. “No hurting yourself.”

“You really want to see me do that?”

“I do.”

“It won’t . . . I won’t look stupid?”

“Never,” he said fiercely. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. You could never look stupid, and certainly not while you’re pleasuring yourself.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this. But yes, all right. I’ll repeat what I did the other night.”

Cat immediately tried to wriggle her way off the changing table, but Alejandro held her hips.

“You don’t want me to do it right here?” she asked, aghast.

“No, Kitten,” he soothed. “I want you to do exactly what you did the other night. But there’re a few things we have to do first. I haven’t finished inspecting you. After I do, you’ll need to spend some time in the corner, thinking about how naughty you were disobeying Papi’s rules and putting yourself in a dangerous situation. Then after your spanking, you can spend the afternoon as Kitten while I get a few jobs done. And if you’ve been very, very good for Sir, you’ll get to make yourself come.”

“I feel like I’ve been duped.”

“I can make you touch yourself without allowing you release,” he warned.

“No. Nope. Let’s go with option one. Uh-huh.” She nodded.

He stared down at her with affection and hunger. “I am sorry I had to leave you, Pequeña. You do know that I would never abandon you, don’t you?”

“I know.” Leaning forward, she pressed her forehead to his. “I just love you so much, Papi. And I missed you.”

“I love you too, Pequeña.”

Stepping back, he lifted her down, then turned her toward the timeout corner. “Off you go. I expect you to think long and hard about everything you did while I was gone.”

Pumpernickel.

She really hated corner time. It was sooo boring. With a sigh, she walked off to the corner. She was careful not to stomp, because the only thing worse than corner time . . .

Was corner time with a red ass.

She pressed her forehead into the corner.

“You know better than that. Legs farther apart, bottom pushed out. That’s better. You don’t want to spend corner time with your hands pulling your bottom cheeks apart and your naughty hole on display, do you?”

Dear Lord.

When he talked to her like this, she didn’t know whether she wanted to die in embarrassment or go up in flames of arousal.

It was kind of a mixture of both.

Because no, she didn’t want to reach back and pull her bottom cheeks apart . . . yet, part of her felt turned on by the idea. Because she knew how much he enjoyed playing with her bottom.

“Very good,” he murmured. “You should be thinking right now.”

Oh, she was thinking all right.

Thinking about how she could buy some liquid laxative without it appearing on the credit card bill. There had to be a place that would supply it and who would put a discreet name on the bill, right?

“I’m starting to think that I need to okay every one of your purchases.”

Shoot! Had she said that stuff about laxatives out loud?

She knew he wouldn’t make her get his permission to buy things. He liked to spoil her.

“But I won’t. I want you to have whatever you like. But no more skateboard or giant bowling pins.”

Oh, that’s what he was talking about. What about blue dye? She could put it in his shower gel, which would dye his skin blue like a smurf.

She had to bite back a giggle at that thought.

“Have you done some thinking, Pequeña mocosa?” he asked in that dark, delicious voice that she loved.

“Si, Papi,” she said demurely.

“Come here, then.”

Turning, she looked over at him. He’d undone the top two buttons of his black shirt and rolled up the sleeves to display his forearms. Damn, she loved his forearms. Muscular and heavily tattooed, they sent a shiver of lust up her spine.

“Like what you see?” he murmured.

“Always,” she replied. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Pleasure lit his face. “You’re good for my ego.”

She snorted. “Your ego doesn’t need a boost, Papi. It’s already as big as Fiji.”

“Really? I thought last time it was as big as Russia.”

She shrugged. “It fluctuates in size.”

“Hmm, I’ve got something else that fluctuates in size,” he murmured.


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