Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“They do.” Squeezing my hand, he looked charming and innocent…so I knew he was going to say something cheeky. “We’re also well-behaved in public, unlike some public figures we know.”
That got him another tap of my foot.
His eyelids drooped as pleasure sparked through him, giving him a sexy, sleepy look that made me ache to see what else I could do to fill him with even more desire. “Yes, we’re very appropriate in public…but in private…well, I make no promises.”
I was, however, going to drive him crazy and make him beg to come before we finished our third date.
Chapter 6
Hunter
He looked so fucking polite, but he was so wonderfully wicked.
How had I ever thought he was vanilla?
How could his hands brush over me so innocently and send tingles through me?
How could one look make me feel so wicked?
“I…I…” Fuck, what had he asked me?
As we walked along the pathway and through the park, it took a second to get my brain back on track. “Oh, the week.”
Something about the way he’d stroked the inside of my wrist and asked me if I was going to be tied up much this week had my brain skidding to a halt.
“I’ve got a few projects going on, but nothing…nothing too restricting.” Was he fucking with me? I mean, I’d have deserved it, but did he really want to tie me up?
Would asking that be having a conversation or begging again?
It felt like a fine line sometimes.
“What about your week…are you…will you be busy?” I didn’t have enough working brain cells to figure out how to be witty and ask him if he wanted to tie me up.
Damned erection was slowly starving my brain of blood and oxygen.
If he didn’t let me come soon, I was going to end up stupid.
“Not too busy for you.” It was sweet, but the way his hand somehow managed to brush against my ass had me thinking dirty thoughts. “I was wondering how often you liked being little.”
Aww.
Fuck.
That was it?
I glanced over and couldn’t decide if he was smiling sweetly or smirking. He was so fucking controlled most of the time it was driving me insane.
Little.
He wanted to know about my little side.
Since I wanted him to be my Daddy, finding the words to answer that was important, but my brain was skipping around like a rabbit in a Disney movie. “Um, I don’t spend as much time little as I would like, but it’s hard to find the right headspace when I’m alone.”
“I can understand that.” This time as his hand got closer it was to squeeze mine, not torment me.
I couldn’t decide if it was frustrating or sweet.
“But sometimes I’ll color and turn on a movie in the evenings.” I shrugged, loving the warmth that spread through me with each caress of his hand. “My littlest side is harder to sink into on my own.”
He’d made it abundantly clear that he didn’t mind that aspect of my submission, but it still wasn’t something I’d had a lot of experience talking about. I had little friends online, but most of my in-person friends were more traditional subs or so vanilla they were almost pod people.
“Well.” Robyn squeezed my hand again and tugged me closer. “I think we can figure out time in both our schedules to fit in a few playdates.”
A few?
“I’d like that.” I was scrambling for what else to say, so when we stopped walking it took me a moment to realize we’d come full circle and were back where we’d started. “Oh, we’re…”
Yep, not enough working brains.
Robyn chuckled and the sexy, wicked sound said he knew exactly what he’d been doing to me. But before I could find enough working smarts to be a smart-ass, he said the most beautiful thing. “Hmm, we’ve had dinner and conversation and we’ve even taken a walk.”
Yes…that was all we’d needed to do to count it as a third date, right?
I had every intention of asking that, but Robyn stepped closer and the angle was just perfect for him to subtly stroke the back of his hand over my erection. “Should we go see what movies are playing or would you like to go back to my place?”
“Can I…I mean…Did we…” Shit.
Taking a deep breath wasn’t helping—Robyn’s slow-moving hand made sure of that. But thankfully, all it took was a whine and wide eyes before his polite smile flashed with something dark and sexy. “Are you trying to ask if I thought our date had gone well and if we’d talked enough for…let’s call it less talking?”
Oh yes.
A lot less talking…I just wanted to moan and whimper and eventually scream out an orgasm.
“Yes, please.” I was doing my best to behave, but I’d been turned on for days and he’d been the focus of every random thought and fantasy. “I’ve been very well-behaved.”