Talon (Shadowridge Guardians MC #6) Read Online Pepper North

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Biker, Erotic, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors: Series: Shadowridge Guardians MC Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
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“You are so responsive, Little girl. I’m very pleased with you.”

“I’ve never felt like that,” she whispered, curling her fingers into the soft cotton of his T-shirt to hold onto him.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he probed. She could hear the concern in his voice.

She peeked up at him. “Yes. But…”

“Only by yourself?” he suggested.

“Yes.”

“Then the previous men you have been with are idiots,” he told her bluntly.

“Maybe? I always thought it was me,” she admitted.

“It’s not you, Buttercup. You respond perfectly to my touch.”

“Maybe you’re just magic?” she suggested.

He chuckled, jostling her slightly. Talon grinned and smoothed his hands over her back and over her bare thigh. “You just remember that.”

She nodded and laid her head back against his chest. “That spanking wasn’t too bad.”

“That spanking wasn’t supposed to be. This was a good-girl spanking. You won’t enjoy a bad-girl spanking. Bad Little girls don’t get rewarded.”

“You mean, no orgasm?” She struggled to understand.

“Exactly. Your bottom will be redder as well.”

“I think I want to avoid those spankings.”

“Definitely.”

Silence fell between them as he rocked her on his lap. He smoothed the hair from her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Her yawn broke the silence.

“Time for bed, Little girl.”

Talon stood with her cradled in his arms and walked to her bedroom. There he set her on her comforter and smiled when she gasped at the feel of her hot bottom against the cool material. He efficiently stripped off her shoes and socks before tugging her clothes over her bare feet.

“Arms up,” he directed.

Slowly, Elizabeth raised her arms. He pulled her T-shirt off and released the back of her bra.

As he slid the straps over her shoulders, he directed, “Little girls don’t wear bras at home. It’s not necessary.”

“I always wear a bra,” she said urgently as she tried to resist the urge to cover herself as he set the garments aside.

“Not with Daddy at home.” Talon laid down the law. “You’ll be more comfortable. A Little doesn’t need to hide her body. Where’s your nightgown, Buttercup?”

“It’s under my pillow,” she said, pointing at the pillow on the left of the double bed. Elizabeth wasn’t quite sure about not wearing a bra, but she wasn’t going to argue about it now.

Retrieving the nightshirt, Talon lowered it over her head and helped her thread her hands through the arm holes. “I love the fierce dragons decorating your shirt.”

“I know. They’re so cute. They look just like Puff.” Elizabeth traced one of the cartoon dragons with a fingertip before looking up at him to ask, “I wonder if they make them with bears like Borscht?”

“We’ll have to look. Later. Time to potty.”

He lifted her off the bed and set her on the carpet. “You go while I clean up everything here.”

Embarrassed, she walked quickly to the bathroom. When she flushed the toilet, she heard “Wash your hands” and realized she’d almost forgotten.

Quickly, she washed her hands. Talon walked in as she dried them on a towel. It seemed so intimate to be in the small bathroom together.

“Do you have a washcloth?”

“Of course!” She scrambled to find him one and handed a blue one over.

“Perfect.”

He ran the water until it was warm and then wet part of the small piece of fabric. “Come here, Buttercup,” Talon directed, pointing to the large tile on the floor in front of him.

When she took her place, he washed and dried her face with the soft cloth. Throwing the damp cloth over his shoulder, he took Elizabeth’s hand and led her to the bedroom.

“Lean over the bed,“ he directed, pointing at the freshly turned-down covers.

“Am I getting another spanking?” she asked, hesitating.

“No, Buttercup. No punishments if you follow my directions. Prop your elbows on the bed.”

She bent over slowly, looking over her shoulder at him. As she moved into position, he grabbed the damp cloth. Puzzled, she waited.

“Hold still.”

Talon lifted her nightgown to place a hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. He gently wiped her inner thighs and intimate folds, removing the last traces of her juices from her skin. She buried her face in her comforter.

“Daddies take care of their Littles completely, Buttercup.” He finished by spreading her buttocks and brushing the terrycloth fabric between them.

“Talon!” she protested, trying to roll over as he paid attention to the small entrance hidden there.

“Daddy’s in charge.” He held her firmly in place as he finished. “I’ll bring a thermometer over here to leave in your nightstand in case we’re here in the evening.”

“What? I have one of those things you press to your forehead,” she rushed to assure him, not quite sure what he was saying. “But I’m not sick.”

“I’m glad, Little girl. I’ll make sure you stay that way.”

Releasing her bottom, he patted her fondly as he released his hold pinning her in place. “Little girls always have their temperatures taken in their bottoms. It’s more accurate. Besides, you need to get used to having things inserted here.”


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