Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
She nodded.
“Do you want to talk about anything that just happened?”
She shook her head. To be honest, she was drained. And there wasn’t anything to say.
“I feel empty. It’s-it’s actually nice.”
Eliot studied her for a long moment. “Want to spend the rest of the night as baby Isla?”
Did she?
No responsibilities. Nothing to think or worry about.
“Yes. But what about my lines?” she asked.
“You can do them tomorrow.”
“Can I do mine tomorrow too?” Marcus asked.
“Yes, you can both sit and write them while I make breakfast.”
“Yes!” Marcus did a fist pump.
“I don’t know why you’re so excited,” Eliot said. “You still have to do them. And you’ve got a spanking coming your way.”
“I take my wins where I find them. Do you need some Marcus tickles, La-la? That always cheers you up.”
“No! No!”
But she started giggling as he attacked her, his fingers searching out all her tickly spots.
“Stop! No! Daddy!” she cried.
“All right, enough,” Eliot said with amusement. “You’ll make the poor girl pee herself.”
Marcus just grinned, looking happy with himself.
“Little one, let’s get you settled. Marcus, can you get the beanbag chair?”
“On it.” Marcus ran off. She watched his bare bottom as he ran into the other room to get a beanbag chair. He carried it back, setting it down in front of them.
“Such a good helper,” Eliot praised him. He lifted her into the beanbag chair and tucked the blanket around her. Her hot, bare bottom wasn’t really appreciative, but it was better than sitting on a hard surface, she guessed.
Marcus handed her Sophie sloth, and she hugged the toy tight as Eliot pressed her pacifier to her lips.
“Right, Marcus. Your turn.”
Hmm.
How could he delay this?
“Daddy, I think I have to go to the toilet.”
Eliot eyed him. Then he stood and held out his hand. “All right, I’ll take you.”
Marcus gaped at him. “You don’t have to take me to the toilet, Daddy! I’m a big boy.”
“I think I should this time. Just to make sure that you go.”
“But I have a shy bladder. I can’t go with you in the room. And you can’t leave La-la alone. She’s a baby.”
Isla watched them with interest.
“Isla is safe in the beanbag chair. Come on.”
Great. Called his bluff. He sighed. “I don’t have to go no more.”
“Sure?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then over you come.” Eliot sat back down and reached out to him.
He took the bigger man’s hand, letting him arrange him over his lap.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Beans.”
“Say it if you need to. If you’re really hurt or uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Eliot didn’t hold back that was for sure. He started spanking him. Hard. It wasn’t long until Marcus was shifting around on his lap, his feet kicking the sofa.
“Daddy! Ouch! Owie! It hurts!”
“It’s meant to.
Smack! Smack!
“I want you both to think very hard the next time you think about disobeying Daddy.”
Smack! Smack!
“Because if it happens again, I’ll be taking off my belt.”
Smack! Smack!
He lay over the other man’s lap, totally spent as Eliot paused, rubbing his hot cheeks.
“Right, you have two extras.”
Shoot. He’d hoped he’d forgotten about those. The last two seemed even harder than the others. But then it was over, and he found himself turned and cuddled on the big man’s lap. As Eliot’s arms went around him, Marcus pressed his face into his chest.
He was safe.
He was loved.
Chapter 29
Eliot woke as the bed bounced slightly. A strange noise made him pause.
He wasn’t in his bed at home.
Or at Rawhide Ranch.
Opening his eyes, he turned and felt his body heat.
Good morning to him.
The last twenty-four hours had been insane. Catching a plane to LA, all of that shit with Isla’s building manager. His two babies giving him another chance.
Last night after they’d cleaned up from their post-nap fun, they’d heated up one of Isla’s frozen dinners and sat in front of the television to snuggle.
It was the best night he’d had for years.
And this was one hell of a way to wake up.
He watched for a moment as Isla kneeled between Marcus’ open legs, sucking him off. Both of them had managed to strip off without waking him.
Naughty. He wasn’t sure he should allow them to undress without his permission. And if they woke up, they should wake him immediately.
Although, he wasn’t complaining about this sort of wake-up.
Reaching down under his boxers, he grabbed his dick, squeezing it firmly.
“Yes! Fuck, I’m going to come, Isla.” Marcus wrapped his hands in the sheet below him as Isla took him deep.
His face was filled with bliss and Eliot nearly came from just watching him get off. Isla sat back with a pleased look on her face. Marcus held out his arms to her and she dove on top of him. He kissed her.
Hard and hot.
Eliot squeezed the base of his dick.
Then they both turned to him. Isla gave him a shy look as she crawled over to him.