Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Aww. That was so sweet.
Brody cleared his throat. “Right. Yes. I . . . those are my limits at the moment. There might be more I don’t know of.”
“That’s clear as mud,” the Fox said. “I like to know these things up front. I don’t want to harm you.”
“You won’t harm me. If something comes up, I’ll say my safeword.”
The Fox grumbled, but agreed. Then he turned to her. “Bunny?”
She licked her lips. What would be her limits?
“Same as Brody.”
Both men nodded.
“And no . . . no bondage. Ever. Of any sort.”
Just the idea of it made her breath come in short pants.
Both the Fox and Brody crouched in front of her once more. Just having their touch her calmed her.
“Never,” the Fox vowed. “We will never tie you up or hold you down. Understand?”
She nodded, shivering slightly.
“Want a blanket, Tutu?” Brody asked.
“Yes, but I can get it.” She went to rise, but the Fox gave her a stern look.
“You stay where you are. Let Pup get your blanket.”
Brody jumped up while the Fox grabbed her sippy cup, holding it to her mouth and waiting until she took a few sips. “Should have filled your baby bottle and fed it to you.”
She squirmed at the thought. She wanted that.
The Fox gave her a knowing look. “Maybe later.”
Brody returned with her favorite blanket. It was white and soft with pictures of cherries all over it.
They tucked it around and over her. Then the Fox cupped the side of her face. “If you aren’t ready for this, we can do it later.”
“Oh no! I’m ready to see Brody get his bottom spanked. Still think I should have popcorn, though.”
“You’ve got a snack.”
“That’s not a snack. Unless you’re a bunny.” She grinned at him.
The Fox stood. “Eat. I want at least half of it gone or you’ll find yourself in timeout. And we can return to your limits later if you think of any more. Okay?”
“I think timeout might be a limit.”
“Really?” Brody asked her knowingly.
“No,” she said forlornly. “But it should be. Oh, I have one more. No boxes. Ever.”
“Of course not. No boxes.”
She stared at the Fox in surprise. “You know about my fear of boxes?” Brody must have told him. He knew because she’d told him when he’d tried to bring over some of his gaming stuff in a box.
Not happening, bud.
“I know a lot of things.”
Always so cryptic.
“Although I don’t know why you have a fear of boxes.”
“Bad experience as a child,” she explained. “I was at the circus and a clown jumped from this big box.” She shuddered. “It was terrifying.”
“Right, Brody, pants off.”
She picked up a dried apricot to munch on, at least it was sweet, and settled in to watch.
Brody couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
And he wasn’t sure why the Fox was doing this right at this moment.
He didn’t think it was because his ass was irresistible.
Although apparently it was pretty cute.
He shot another look at Autumn to make sure she was good. But she was glaring down at her plate of healthy snacks. Yeah, she would be lucky not to end up in timeout at this rate.
The Fox moved up behind him, speaking quietly. “If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to do this now. But I thought it was a chance to show her how much you trust me. That I won’t take things too far.”
Brody sucked in a breath. So that’s what was going on.
“And also, you deserve it.”
Right. Okay.
“Do you want to do this now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good Pup. Get ready then.”
With hot cheeks, Brody drew down his boxers.
“Oh yeah, show me the good stuff,” Autumn said.
He went bright red.
“Bunny, you need to remain quiet.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said, chagrined. “I was overcome by Brody’s sexiness. That ass. Rudolf, Prancer, and Dancer.”
“My balls are not called Prancer and Dancer and my dick is definitely not called Rudolf.”
“Too Christmas-themed?” she queried. “Fair enough. I can think of something else.”
He groaned. She was terrible.
“Baby girl, do you need your pacifier to keep quiet?” the Fox asked.
“No, Daddy.”
“Then stay quiet and eat your food. I’d be happy to blend it and put it in a bottle for you.”
She wrinkled her nose. “No, I got this, Daddy.”
The Fox turned to him. “Bend over, legs apart and hands on the sofa.”
Taking a deep breath, he got himself into position and closed his eyes. He could hardly believe this was happening. And as much as he didn’t really enjoy being spanked, he also had this warm feeling of being taken care of.
Of being noticed.
Because he mattered.
The Fox rubbed his ass and he jumped. “Easy, boy. Do you remember why Papa is spanking you?”
“Because I broke the rules.”
Slap!
“How do you address me?”
“Because I broke the rules, Papa.”
Damn. That felt so good.
“That’s better. You were naughty and stayed up past your bedtime.”