Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
He moved his hand down to cup her breast.
“The answer is no.”
The answer? What was the freaking question? He had her mind topsy-turvy.
His hand moved down her stomach and then slid under her dress to cup her mound. She couldn’t glance down because his other hand was still around her throat, pressing her back against him.
“I don’t get sick of being in control. I don’t find it a chore. I don’t need a break. This is who I am.”
Her breathing grew faster as he played with her clit. A light touch. Back and forth.
“What about with a Little? Do you find you need a break sometimes from being a Daddy to a Little?”
“I’m starting to think that these questions aren’t just random,” he murmured. “Did you have a Daddy who said he needed a break?”
He sounded disgusted. But there was nothing wrong with needing a breather. With needing to recharge.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking a break,” she told him.
“I don’t take breaks. This is my personality. Who I am.”
“I’m a lot,” she whispered as she remembered Matt telling her that. He’d tried to be kind about it. But he’d needed some space.
And she’d understood.
Or she’d tried to pretend that she did.
“That’s bullshit. You’re the least demanding person I know. A lot? I wish you’d need more from me. Because then I could wrap you up in me. Make you need me more.”
Because if she needed him then . . . she wouldn’t leave him?
She thought she was starting to understand this man. And he was so much more than a grumpy boss or a secret caretaker to the people around him.
He was generous and kind.
But he’d never want anyone to know that. It would ruin his rep.
“There won’t be any breaks,” he said firmly. “For either of us. Because this is who we are and you won’t be hiding anything from me, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl. I need to fuck you.”
Oh Lord, she wanted that too.
“Brace your hands on the glass again. Your punishment comes first. And then you get your reward. This one is for running from me tonight as well as the one you’re still owed that we put off. Time to pay up. Remember, you have a safeword.”
Nooo. She really needed to come.
“Can I have the orgasm before the spanking?” she grumbled.
“You cannot. You’re lucky you get to come at all. Run from me again and I’ll spank you, then edge you for hours. And I’ll make you eat some mustard. Understand me?”
Yikes. Mustard too? That was just too mean. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
He moved to the side as she leaned over.
Smack!
Oh heck. He had a wallop on him. She’d never quite been spanked like this.
What? With your tits and ass out in a Manhattan penthouse? Nope. Safe to say you’ve definitely never been spanked like this.
Several more smacks landed. Her ass was already hot. Throbbing.
“Daddy,” she moaned. She thought she might get more leniency from Daddy than Sir.
“Calling me Daddy won’t make me go easy on you, Little Blossom,” he told her.
Rats.
Why did he have to be so smart? It felt like he could read her mind.
“Please,” she moaned.
“You’re getting the spanking I think you deserve. Not the one you feel you can endure.”
Umm.
Fudge knuckles.
She could definitely be in trouble here. She’d always told Matt when to stop, hadn’t she? If she started kicking her feet or sobbing, she’d known that would get him to stop.
Oh heck.
Had she been Topping from the bottom?
She hadn’t thought so at the time. She’d just done it on instinct, so perhaps it had been her body trying to protect her or something.
Whatever it had been . . . she was certain that Reuben wouldn’t be swayed from the path he’d decided on.
A sob broke through as her bottom really started to heat up. It was too much. Her legs were shaking. She couldn’t take any more.
“Please, Sir,” she begged. “No more. I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” he asked as he slapped the top of her thighs.
“I’m sorry that I ran off,” she managed to get out.
Yes! Good answer.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he gave her two more smacks. Both to her right cheek.
Oww.
“And what will you do next time?” he asked. Two more to her left cheek.
She rose up onto her tiptoes. “I’ll go straight to you.”
“You will. You will let Daddy protect you. It’s not up to you to decide how to keep yourself safe. That’s my job now.”
Tears were dripping down her face by this time. Her body was wound tight. At least he was going to stop now. Because she didn’t think she’d be sitting comfortably tomorrow.
“Ten more should do it.”
What?
“Nooo,” she moaned.
Slap! Slap!
“Do you get to use that word with me?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“That’s right. You’re getting ten more and you have to count them.”