Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“Talon. Wait just a minute…” she began, turning over to look at him.
“Daddy is in charge. You don’t think every one of those Littles you played with today receives attention to their bottoms frequently?”
She stared at him, unaware that her lower jaw had dropped in shock. He cupped her chin and lifted it back into place. “Daddies take care of their Littles completely, Buttercup. Give me a kiss. It’s time for you to go to sleep. I’ll lock the door as I leave.”
“Borscht!” The pink bear popped into her mind.
“I’ll go get him.”
Talon was back in a couple of seconds. He tucked Borscht under the covers with Puff and Elizabeth. “Sleep, Little one. I’ll come get you for breakfast at nine.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He leaned close to give her a kiss that wiped everything out of her mind and made her wiggle in her toasty lair. “Night, Buttercup.”
“Night, Daddy.”
Chapter
Seven
“Daddy’s taking care of you, Buttercup.”
Elizabeth woke with a hand between her legs and her face pressed to her pillow. Her covers lie crumpled around her elevated bottom as the echoes of the voice in her dreams dissipated.
She closed her eyes, desperate to recapture the dream. Elizabeth could picture herself restrained on her knees on an exam table. Talon stood behind her holding the thick thermometer in her bottom as he talked to someone. Having another person there made everything even more over the top. Her fingers worked furiously between her legs, trying to push herself into an orgasm.
Knocking at the door made her jerk upward to sit on her knees. What time is it? Holy farts! It was Talon.
“Coming,” she called, grumpily acknowledging her frustration at not having time to make herself climax.
After making sure her nightgown was fully in place, she unlocked the door and scowled at the handsome man waiting there. “Hi. You woke me up.”
“Sorry, Buttercup. Are you feeling okay?”
“No. I like sleeping in on Sunday,” she answered grouchily, deliberately standing in his way to prevent him from entering.
“Let me have your hand,” he requested.
Without thinking, she reached her right hand out before catching herself. Her fingers were probably still wet. Elizabeth quickly switched and substituted her left. To her consternation, he captured her right and lifted it to his nose. Frozen in place, she couldn’t believe it when he licked her index finger.
“That’s definitely your juices. Did I interrupt your play this morning, Little girl?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was asleep and your pounding woke me up,” she answered with a glower.
“I don’t believe you. Do you know what happens when you’re flushed and you lie to Daddy?”
“Let me guess. A spanking?” she sneered.
“He first checks to see if you’re running a fever.”
Talon stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s waist to lift her feet off the ground. She gasped and grabbed onto his broad shoulders. Her hand closed over a leather strap blending into the leather of his vest. What had he brought?
He held her suspended in the air while he closed the door and locked it. After pressing a soft kiss to her hair, Talon whispered, “Good morning, sunshine.”
“I am not sunny,” she growled, more ticked off by the moment. Who was he to waltz in and just haul her around?
“I’d like you to let me down, please.” Her tone for that last pleasantry did not make it polite.
He carried her over to the couch and tugged the strap of a leather satchel from under her fingertips. After setting it carefully on the cushion, he slid her down his body slowly until her feet rested on the carpet. Immediately, she tried to turn away, but Talon held her securely with that blasted arm around her waist.
“You are in a tizzy.” He pressed his hand to her forehead and held it there for a few seconds. “A bit warm, but that could be because you’re upset.”
“Of course, I’m upset. You’re hauling me around.”
Talon completely ignored her words. “Let’s see if I can figure this out. You overslept. You have traces of play on your fingers. You’re grumpy.”
“Oh, stop it,” she hissed as he considered all the clues.
“I interrupted a dream, didn’t I? And I was in it, wasn’t I?”
“You are definitely full of yourself.”
He tapped on his chin as if considering. “But were you full of me? I don’t think so. You’d be much more satisfied.”
He patted her bottom, erasing any protest about that arrogant statement from her mind. “We were talking about taking your temperature last night before I left. That’s what you were dreaming about, wasn’t it?”
Her eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t know.
She quickly blustered, “Of course not.”
“Then you won’t mind if I take your temperature now to make sure you aren’t sick?”
“No. I mean yes, I mind. No, you can’t.”
“You are so confused. I think we need to make sure you’re feeling okay.”