Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
She didn’t like to cry in front of him but the idea of being shoved into that horrible torture device made her feel sick and trembly inside. She had avoided it so far, but if she failed to deliver on a VIP client, she could definitely see the inside of The Box in her future.
“Oh, baby girl…” His eyes filled with compassion and he tugged her to him.
He lifted her gently into his lap and Sonya was surprised to find she didn’t mind sitting on his knee, even if it did make her feel kind of like a little girl since he was so much bigger than her.
“I don’t want that either. I never want to see you get hurt,” he murmured, cuddling her close to him. His deep voice seemed to vibrate through her and Sonya had the strangest feeling that she’d done this before—that she’d been right here, sitting on this man’s knee as he held her. But that couldn’t be, could it? Was it a dream she’d had once? She wished she could remember.
“Thank you,” she whispered, sniffing and swiping at her eyes. “That’s…very nice of you.”
It should have been uncomfortable, sitting on a stranger’s lap and letting him hold her and comfort her, but somehow it wasn’t. Maybe it was because he smelled so good or the fact that he treated her gently. He seemed very aware that he was much bigger and stronger than her and could easily hurt her if he wasn’t careful.
“We still have to think of what to do, though,” she added, looking up at him. “I mean, we have to do something or Oozle will punish me—no question about it.”
“Why don’t you…” He paused, frowning.
“Why don’t I what?” Sonya prodded. What was he going to suggest? Maybe he had decided he wanted a blow job after all? But what he said surprised her.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you?” He stroked a lock of hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.
“Take care of me?” Sonya asked blankly. “What does that mean? Do you mean you, uh, want to go down on me instead of the other way around?”
She could feel her cheeks getting hot as she asked the question. She’d never been much for that act—frankly, she’d never been with a man who was any good at it. Mostly, she suspected, because many of them really didn’t want to be doing it in the first place.
“Do you want me to taste you, Sonya?” he rumbled, looking down at her, his pale blue eyes half-lidded.
Suddenly her heart was racing and her pulse was pounding in her ears. It took Sonya a moment to realize what was happening to her, simply because it hadn’t happened in so long. Was she getting…turned on? The way he was looking at her was so primal and he smelled so good and his big body was so hard and muscular…
No—no way, this is NOT turning you on! she lectured herself. He paid to use your body however he wants to—that is NOT sexy, Sonya. It’s not!
But there was no denying that her body was responding to the big Kindred in a way it hadn’t responded to anyone in a very, very long time. Years of running and hiding and being in constant fear for her life had nearly killed her sex drive completely—but now, somehow, sitting on this stranger’s lap had brought it roaring back to life! How was that possible?
“No…I mean, not unless you want to,” she said quickly, realizing it was taking her too long to answer. “I mean, if that’s what you paid for.”
He scowled and shook his head.
“I wouldn’t do it because I paid for it—I would do it to bring both of us pleasure,” he rumbled. “But just like with the reverse situation, you don’t know me well enough yet. No, when I said I want to take care of you, I meant things like bathing you and caring for your hair…dressing you and undressing you. And just…holding you, like I am now.”
“Uh…bathing me?” Sonya asked uncertainly.
“Not in a sexual way,” he said quickly. “I won’t touch you in ways you don’t want to be touched. I just want to care for you.”
Sonya bit her lip. Was this his particular kink? If so, it seemed like a fairly harmless one. And there was part of her that responded to it—responded strongly, if she was being honest.
Her father had died when she was just a little girl and her mother had been forced to work two jobs to support them. They had eventually moved to Tampa to live with her granny, so she could help out, but for a long time Sonya had been forced to be very self sufficient at a very young age. The idea of someone wanting to take care of her was strangely appealing.