Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
His brow is furrowed with concern as he crouches in front of me. “Do you know who that was?”
I shake my head. “No. I’ve never seen him before.” My voice is wobbly.
“He looked young,” Misha says.
“I don’t think he was a member,” I add. “I think he was just a mugger.” I hug my bag to my chest.
The man gives me a smile and cups my face. “He wasn’t a very good one, apparently.”
I offer him a wan smile in return. “No.”
“Did you knee him in the nuts? He looked like he was in pain when he took off.”
“Better. I grabbed them and squeezed.”
The man cringes, still grinning. “Good girl.” He reaches toward me. I think he’s going to help me to my feet, but instead, he slides a hand under my knees and behind my back and lifts me clear off the ground into his arms.
I wince because I definitely have several scrapes. My neck hurts too. The strap of my satchel probably abraded against my skin. I’m going to be sore tomorrow.
Chapter Two
“My name is Elijah. When I’m not at the club, I’m a police officer.”
“Oh.” My eyes widen as I observe his face more closely. “I’m Petra.”
“Nice to meet you, Petra. I’ve seen you here several times, but I’ve never had a chance to introduce myself.”
I’m trembling badly as Elijah carries me into The Dungeon. He doesn’t put me down, though. He heads straight through the lobby and down the hallway toward the locker rooms.
After backing through the door to the women’s room, he closes his eyes and calls out, “Is anyone in here?”
When there’s no response, he backs in farther, lets the door shut, and carries me over to the long counter where the sinks are.
I wince again as he carefully sets me on my butt on the counter. He lifts my hands to inspect them, his brow furrowed. I know this because I’m staring at his face, not my hands.
“You’re scratched up, but a bit of soap and water will clean out the asphalt. Do you think you can hold your hands over the sink for me so I can wash them, Little one?”
I nod, unable to respond with words. I’m still watching his expressions. My heart had nearly stopped when he called me good girl a few minutes ago, but now he’s referred to me as Little one, and I think I might swoon.
He knows I’m a Little because he’s seen me here before, and I’m always Little when I’m at The Dungeon. Any time he’s seen me, I’ve been in the play room with the other Littles.
“Can I help get your satchel off, Petra?” he asks as he gently lifts it from around my body and over my head.
I’m holding my palms out, trying not to let anything touch them because they sting.
Elijah sets my satchel aside on the counter and cringes as he notices my neck. He tips my head carefully to one side and leans in closer. “Does your neck hurt, Little one?”
I shrug, which makes me wince. “A bit, I guess.”
“You’re still pumped full of adrenaline. When your body relaxes, you’re going to be very sore. Probably when you wake up tomorrow.” He reaches over to the sink and turns on the water, testing it for several seconds before glancing back at me. “Can you lean over so I can wash your hands, Little one?”
I turn my body slightly toward the sink and let him guide my hands under the water. It stings, making me whimper.
“I know that hurts, Baby girl. Be brave for me while I wash them. I’ll be fast.” He squirts some soap on his palms, lathers them up, and then gently holds both of my hands to wash them thoroughly.
“It stings, Sir.” I flinch as the word Sir leaves my mouth. I don’t really know this man, but he’s definitely a Dom and probably even a Daddy, though I didn’t realize that before tonight.
He smiles at me. “I’m sorry, Little one. Almost done.”
I’m shaking harder when he finally turns off the water. He pats my hands mostly dry with a paper towel.
“How about your knees? Did you scrape them pretty good too?” He shifts his attention to my legs, lifting first one and then the other. “Your pants aren’t torn, so at least no gravel got into the scrapes, but I bet they’re pretty beat up.”
I nod. “They burn.” My voice has dipped into my Littlest tone. The huge Daddy Dom is taking such good care of me, making me tremble both from the boo-boos and the attention.
“Would it be okay if I stood you on your feet and helped you out of these pants so I can see your knees better, Little one?”
My cheeks heat, but I nod. The truth is he won’t get much of an eyeful because even though I brought my Little attire in my bag to change into when I arrived, I’m already wearing my favorite Little panties.