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)
“Me sucking your cock,” she blurted out.
“Well, I would never say no to that.”
Holy heck.
“Dates?”
“It doesn’t have to be dates.”
“We could try dates,” she said. “But you can do those things other times too.”
“Good. Because I’m not sure I could hold back from kissing you. Oh, I thought of another rule. You have to hold my hand whenever we go out and you’re in Little space.”
“I can’t go out when I’m Little.”
“Why not?”
“Because someone might notice.” She thought that was obvious.
“What about if we go somewhere like LittleLand?” he asked.
“Oh. Maybe . . . that might be different.”
“Good. Then you’ll hold my hand. Or I might have to try out that discipline room.”
Yikes.
“Other limits. No calling you names or humiliating you. Of course not. No blood. No withholding affection. Baby, no. I would never. No bondage. Or sensory deprivation. Okay, got that. You’ve missed something.”
“I’ve probably missed lots of things.”
“What about anal play?”
“I don’t . . . I’ve never done any anal play.”
“Good.”
“Good?” she questioned.
“I can be your first. I like that.”
Sheesh. He was so possessive.
“What about your Little? Are there things your Little likes or needs from me?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. Like what?”
“How old is she? Does she need a crib? Or a Little girl’s bed? A pacifier? A bottle?”
Shit.
She worried at her lip. “I don’t think I need a crib. I guess maybe around three or four. I . . . like the idea of a bottle sometimes though. And I have tried a pacifier at home, but it felt a bit weird.”
“Because you were on your own or the feel of it?”
“Both, maybe?”
“We can try different types. And I think a bottle would help you relax, especially before a nap or bedtime.”
“Nap?”
“At three or four years old you would still need naps.”
“I don’t think I do.”
“And an early bedtime,” he went on. “Maybe a rail on your bed. And potty reminders.”
“Potty reminders?” she said, her voice strangled. “I don’t need potty reminders. I mean . . . toilet reminders.”
Shoot.
Her bladder chose that moment to tell her that it had been a while since she’d gone to the bathroom.
Why? Why was her body out to betray her?
He eyed her. “You need to go right now, don’t you?”
“Maybe. But that does not prove your point.”
He snorted. “I think it does. You’re terrible at reading your own body’s signals. When you’re hungry or cold or need to go potty. You let it go to an extreme. That’s where I come in. And why one of your rules is to dress for the weather. No going out without your coat or hat or gloves in winter, Little girl. Not unless you’re banking on your hot ass keeping you warm when I get hold of you, anyway.”
Oh, holy heck.
What had she gotten herself into?
“Come on. Potty time.” He lifted her off his lap and took her hand in his, leading her to the bathroom.
He even walked in with her.
“What . . . what are you doing?”
“Helping you.”
“I don’t need any help going to the toilet.”
“Maybe big Greer doesn’t . . . but be prepared for Daddy to help you with all things when you’re in Little headspace.”
Shoot. She might be in real trouble here.
And the thing is . . . she thought she was going to like it.
After washing up, she looked around the small bathroom at the toys the boys had left.
It didn’t feel quite right . . . being here. Like she was invading someone else’s space. Could she really let her Little out freely here? And was it fair to make Hack stay here with her . . . to sleep on the couch or in Ethan’s small bed when he had a perfectly good house of his own?
A knock on the door startled her.
“Baby girl? Are you all right? You didn’t fall in the toilet, did you?”
She felt safe rolling her eyes at him in here.
“Are you rolling your eyes at me?”
She froze. Opening the bathroom door, she gaped up at him. “How did you know?”
“I didn’t. But you just confirmed it for me. Tut-tut. That’s going to get you some corner time.”
“But I didn’t!”
“Are you going to add lying to your punishment? Because that will mean you’ll be getting ten over my knee. And it won’t be easy like the couple of swats I gave you before.”
Gulp.
She really didn’t want to spend time in the corner though.
“I don’t think it’s fair to be punished when you didn’t see what I did.”
“Oh, baby girl. That’s not the way it works.” He took her good hand in his and led her back to the living room. “Did you use the potty?”
She groaned. Lord help her. Surely it wasn’t too much to ask for the floor to suddenly swallow her up?
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He took her over to a free corner in the living room. “Five minutes. Nose against the wall. If you’re uncomfortable or upset, you can say your safeword. Otherwise you’re expected to stay silent.”