Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
God, it sounded so good.
“I have some ideas that might help you enjoy sex. But we both need to be honest with each other. Tell me if I’m pushing too far or if I’m not giving you what you need. Tell me if it’s all getting too much for you. Promise me. Because I don’t ever want to scare you or upset you like yesterday.”
“I told you . . . it wasn’t you. Or the kiss. It was the thought of what would come after. But I promise.” She wrapped her arms around him. She couldn’t believe this.
“Now, we’re going to finish eating, and then I think we’ll take a nap. Then later on, you can start thinking about your list of limits. Maybe write them out.”
She groaned. “Homework?”
“Homework.”
“But I can’t write. Sore wrist, remember?” How was she going to do any sketching? Hopefully, her wrist would feel a lot better by tomorrow because she didn’t like to go long without sketching. It was her stress release.
Maybe Hack could be your stress release.
Jesus, was she now making sexual innuendos in her head? What was wrong with her?
“You can dictate them into your phone. Or use your other hand.”
Rats.
“Do you have an answer for everything?” she asked.
“Well. I am the Daddy. So yes.”
She moved around on his lap as he grabbed a sandwich. “It’s gone cold. I’ll make some more.”
“Don’t. I like them cold.”
“Are you sure, Ladybug? I don’t mind making fresh ones for my baby girl.”
She blushed as he set her down on the chair.
Could this really work out?
Well, she guessed the only way to find out was to try. Even if the trying part was kind of terrifying.
35
“Finished.” She stared down at the list of limits. She’d managed to write them out with her left hand. They were a bit messy but legible.
Crap. There was a lot, though. Did she really need all of these?
They hadn’t gotten around to talking about her limits yesterday, because the nap he’d put her down for had ended up in her sleeping most of the night away.
She’d woken up to find him sitting in a chair beside her bed. So she must have had a few nightmares. She felt guilty about that. He needed his sleep.
He’d sleep better at his place.
“Show me.”
She handed over the pad to him. He handed one back to her.
“Your rules.”
She looked over the rules. Whoa. Okay, there were a lot of these as well.
Greer’s Rules:
No lying.
Must respect herself and Daddy, which includes not calling herself names.
No keeping anything to herself that is upsetting her.
No saying sorry for things that aren’t her fault.
Must tell Daddy when she is going somewhere. Text when she gets there and when she’s on her way home. Then text again when she is home.
“That’s a lot of texts you’re going to get,” she commented.
“I can handle it. I’m very good at multi-tasking.”
Hmm. She bet.
If there is a snowstorm, she isn’t allowed to go outside or near windows or doors without Daddy.
No scary movies without Daddy’s permission.
Yikes.
Must obey all road rules, including speed limits, wearing a seatbelt, and no texting while driving.
Okay, now he was just getting mean.
Must eat three meals a day and make sure to drink plenty of water.
Must not hurt herself, and if she feels that urge, must tell Daddy immediately.
If things get overwhelming, then she is to let Daddy know at once and say her emotional safeword.
No getting in and out of the truck on her own.
No paying for things when out with Daddy.
Must dress for the weather.
Must tell Daddy immediately if she is in danger or feels unwell.
Must call Daddy if something happens that scares or threatens her.
“You don’t think that there are a lot of rules here?” she asked.
“Nope.”
“Seriously?”
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” He shot her a look. “I did warn you. Is it too much?”
Was it too much?
Or was it exactly what she needed?
“What happens if I break these?” she asked.
“Well, spankings aren’t on your limits list. Neither is timeout or lines. So one of those punishments.”
“Crap. I knew there was something I missed putting on my limits list.” She reached for it, but he held it away from her.
“Nice try, baby girl. Let’s go through these limits. No sex. Does that mean orgasms are off the table? Can I make you come with my fingers and my mouth? With toys? Or is everything a limit?”
Jesus.
If her cheeks grew any hotter, she could use them to cook on.
“I . . . I . . . you want to . . . Matthew just used to . . .”
“Used to just what?” he growled.
“Let’s just pretend you didn’t hear that.”
“Oh, I don’t think I can do that. Tell me.”
“I don’t know . . . there wasn’t much foreplay, I guess. He’d sort of roll on top of me and get on with it.”