Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Over one side, tuck it under her arm.
Her breath stuttered and he focused on her to make sure she wasn’t panicking.
“You claustrophobic, girl?”
She reached up to scratch at her cheek and he drew her hand back down. “No. I don’t think so.”
“Say red if you need me to stop and get you out at any time, okay?”
This took some level of trust, but he thought . . . well, he hoped she trusted him enough.
He moved the other side of the blanket over her and Squish. It fell loosely around her feet but it would hopefully work for now. And to his surprise, she was starting to quiet down.
He wished he had a pacifier or a bottle. He had a feeling she’d like them too.
And he’d enjoy taking care of her like that. Picking her up, he cradled her tight against him as she sniffled and looked miserable.
Then he sat in the rocking chair and hoped like shit that it could take his weight. It groaned but otherwise seemed sturdy as he moved it back and forth. She turned her head into his chest, nuzzling at him.
She seemed to want something.
“Baby, I’m not a mind reader. In fact, I’m fucking shit at working out what someone else needs. Ask me to torture information out of someone, I’m your man. Dispose of a body, I got your back. Deal with tears and emotions? Not so much.”
Fuck. He hoped that he didn’t upset her more.
“Told you that you had to tell me when you needed something, didn’t I?”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. Then a tiny, sad little voice spoke up. So tiny and sad that it made him want to punch something until she felt better. He wanted to destroy whoever had made her feel like this. He just hoped it wasn’t him
“Chest? Please?”
“Whatever you need, baby. Just tell me exactly what that means.”
She didn’t get impatient with him, just nodded. “Bare chest.”
Right. Got it. He slid her slightly away from him which she didn’t seem to like from her whimper. But he understood. He didn’t like her being away from him either.
He managed to get his T-shirt off with one hand while holding her against him so she didn’t fall off his lap.
Then he settled her in close to him again. She turned her face, nuzzling him again. Only this time, she sighed with satisfaction. He rocked them both, with her rubbing her face against him and occasionally sucking on his skin. Then she shuffled up his body to latch onto his nipple.
Holy. Fucking. Torture.
His dick had already been at half-mast just from having her on his lap. But he’d managed to keep himself mostly under control.
She was in no state to handle him fucking her right now.
But having her sucking on his nipple was testing him and he could feel his famous control was withering away to nothing.
Christ, he’d been done in by a tiny little thing with big eyes and a huge smile. She gave so much of herself, always spreading sunshine around and never asking for anything in return.
It was no wonder she’d had a small meltdown. Giving and giving had to be exhausting. And she’d been through something huge. Something he didn’t think she was letting herself deal with.
She sucked on his nipple until it was almost painful.
Then he moved her, swapping her to the other nipple. Maybe this was weird. He’d never heard of a Little doing this. But if it was comforting her, he didn’t give a shit. Still, he was going to get her a pacifier. He didn’t think his nipples were up to this for too long.
She let go of him, looking up with those big, brown eyes. “Can I have your cock, Daddy?”
Shit. Had she felt how hard he was? Did she think she was obligated to suck him off? Even though there would be times where he ordered her to get on her knees and open her mouth, that was play. And never due to obligation or when she was distraught.
“No.”
He expected her to agree. To even look relieved.
Instead, tears raced down her cheeks. “N-n-no?”
Oh, fuck. What had he done wrong?
Fix this, asshole.
“Baby, I don’t want you to feel obligated to suck me off just because I’m hard. It will go away eventually.”
“I can’t . . . I can’t suck on you?”
Shit. Had he got this horribly wrong?
“Like you did my nipple? For comfort?” he asked.
She nodded.
Yep. Idiot.
“Baby, I’m pretty aroused. If you put my dick in your mouth, I’m going to come.” He’d try to hold back, but he wasn’t a fucking saint.
“I want you to. If I can keep sucking after. Please.”
“Of course, baby. Whatever you need.” He just wanted her to calm down. To tell him what she was thinking, what was going on. And how he could help her.