Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Her breath hitched. Good sign. Restraints were not a problem for her. He’d proven that. So what was her deal with Shibari? He intended to find out.
He kissed her neck again, loving the way she panted as his lips came to her ear again. “You like it when Daddy restrains you, panda bear,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she breathed out heavily.
“But you don’t like Shibari,” he pointed out gently, nibbling a path to her soft lips. After planting a kiss on her mouth, he met her gaze.
She swallowed and glanced away. “I had a bad experience.”
Still holding her wrists in one hand, he slid his other up to cup her face. “Tell Daddy about it, panda,” he encouraged.
She sighed, but he could tell she was going to talk, so he released her hands, brought them around to her front, and lifted them to his lips. He kissed every digit. “Tell Daddy what happened.”
“I was in high school.”
His breath hitched. High school? So young.
“I don’t mean I was fourteen or anything. I was eighteen.”
Marginally better. Too young for rope play, especially if her partner was also just a boy.
“I was dating this guy and he wanted to tie me up. I thought it would be fun. I knew I was kinky. But he didn’t know what he was doing.” She took a deep breath and met Milo’s gaze. “I know it’s not rational for one bad experience from so long ago to taint the rest of my life. He was a dumb boy. But I still cringe when I see ropes.”
“It’s not irrational, panda bear. It’s perfectly normal.” Milo cupped her bottom and held her tight. “Tell Daddy more.”
She drew in a deep breath. “He didn’t have the right kind of rope, so it was too tight and scratching my wrists. That alone might not have ruined me for Shibari, but I was naked and bound and scared. Unfortunately, that was when two of his friends walked in the room.”
Milo gasped. He couldn’t stop himself. Fuck. “Where were you?”
“His house. His parents were out of town for the weekend. We were in his bedroom. I didn’t know his friends were also coming over.” Her voice trailed off as she shuddered.
“Oh, Riley…” My God. What a jerk. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, panda bear.”
She reached up to swipe at the tears in the corners of her eyes. “I’ve never told anyone that,” she whispered.
“I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me your secrets, panda. It means a lot to me.” He tipped her chin back and met her gaze. “You’re my Little girl, Riley. It’s my job to help you through things and protect you. Can you let me do that?”
She nodded slowly.
“First thing I want you to know is that Daddy doesn’t care if you never do Shibari again in your life. It changes nothing. You’re mine no matter what. Understood?”
She nodded again, though he wasn’t sure she believed him.
“I would like to help you get over that trauma by replacing it with a new memory though. I know you like to be restrained, and I get that ropes are scary to you, but maybe if you let Daddy help you get used to the ropes, they won’t seem so scary.” He lifted a brow.
She swallowed but gave him a brave face. “I can try, Daddy. I trust you.”
“Good girl. I brought a few different ropes in my bag. How about if I help you get used to the feel of them. What do you say?”
“Okay.”
Milo lifted her off the counter and set her in the middle of the room on her feet. “Stay right here.” He grabbed his bag from where he’d dropped it by the door and carried it over to set next to her. After opening it, he pulled out several lengths of rope and held them up.
“Why don’t you hold these for me. Get used to the feel and the texture.”
She shuddered. “Not the blue one, Daddy. The rope that boy used was blue.”
He dropped the blue one back in the bag instantly. “No blue then. How about red?” He held up the red one.
She took it in her small hands and rubbed the fibers. “It’s soft,” she exclaimed.
“Yep. Daddy will only use soft ropes on his Little girl. I don’t ever want to leave marks on your skin.” He rubbed her wrists. “Shibari is like art. The ropes are meant to create amazing designs running across your body. I won’t let them chafe your skin or injure you.”
“Sometimes I see red marks on submissives when they’re done with rope play,” she pointed out.
He nodded. “Some submissives enjoy a bit of pain, but my Little girl would rather have her bottom spanked hard than her wrists tied too tight.”
She grinned. “You know me so well, Daddy. Are you going to tie my wrists now?” She handed him back the rope, shivering.