Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“We’re not playing tit for tat, little one. River and I just prefer to keep certain aspects of our lifestyle within the walls of our home.”
He nibbled at my earlobe. “I. Am not. A little one,” he whispered. “I’m not a Little.”
“We can argue that until the cows come home.” I pressed a kiss to his arm that was strapped over my chest. “You realize you don’t have to regress and act like a young child to be a Little, right?”
“Sure.” He cocked his head, a curious expression mingling with the sleepiness. He’d already abandoned the topics of Littles. “So, there are certain aspects about you and River?”
I shook my head in amusement at his teasing little grin. He was about to catch a second wind and feel more energized, but his focus had deteriorated. I bet he’d be distracted by anything shiny at this point.
“For what it’s worth,” he murmured and kissed my cheek, “I like the aspects I’ve seen. So what if you live together and share a bed? And…I mean…if there’s more… I kind of wanna…” He stopped and furrowed his brow. “What do you mean, I don’t have to act like a child to be a Little?”
I barked out a gruff laugh and disentangled myself from the sweetheart. “River’s going to have fun with you today.” Then I took a sip from my coffee, and just a beat later, I heard footsteps outside. “It looks like my breakfast is here.”
“River or the food?” he quipped.
“Ha!” I supposed the boy was still sharp here and there too. “Come on. I don’t know if you’ll be allowed to eat yet, but you’ll sit with us anyway.”
“Allowed…” he muttered sourly. “You’re starving me.”
I dragged him off the couch and grabbed his jaw, making him look up at me. Fuck, he was something else, this one. “We’re attacking your senses and basic needs.” I dipped down and kissed him softly. “Just wait till we get to bathroom control.”
He blanched at that.
I smiled.
River and I charged a couple hours after breakfast. Shay had just returned inside after having a cigarette, and while I threw the burlap sack over his head, my brother ignored Shay’s shout of surprise and cuffed him behind his back.
As I removed Shay’s sweatpants and underwear, leaving him naked, he’d figured out what was going on, and he blew out a harsh breath and calmed down some.
“I have to be naked?” he asked. “I’m still hungry, by the way.”
Glad he had his priorities in order.
We didn’t answer him. Instead, River grabbed one of his arms and ushered him out of the cabin and toward the main house.
I trailed behind.
“This is unnecessary,” Shay insisted. “You could just point me in the right direction, and I’ll—”
River cut the boy off by setting a foot in front of Shay’s feet, and he tumbled straight down onto the grass with a yelp.
“Point taken!” he groaned, squirming on his stomach. “Fuck, that hurt. I’ll shut up.”
Wise.
It was best I shut up too. I could already feel the Daddy side of me wanting to make sure he was all right, and then I’d end up ruining the scene for him. Jesus Christ, a play partner had never caused me to worry about going soft before.
Once Shay realized no one was going to help him up, he grunted and hissed as he managed to pull himself into a seated position. From there, he got onto his knees, then to his feet.
It was a matter of seconds before he stumbled again, this time when River climbed up on the deck and neglected to tell Shay to watch his step. Our boy stubbed his toe and sucked in a whimpered breath, but other than that, nothing. No words, no protest.
I jogged ahead and opened the sliding doors to the house.
River ushered him in, and we crossed the empty club area in silence. Much like the exterior of the house, almost everything inside was black too. Floors, walls, equipment, the bar in the corner, the pillars… The foyer was an exception with its hardwood floor and red art on the walls.
As we reached the stairs, Riv tightened his hold on Shay’s arm so he’d be able to keep the boy upright when he—there we go. Shay stumbled on the first step, and my brother righted him.
Psychological terror had never been my forte in kink. The outcome was one of the headiest experiences, when River was done putting a masochist through hell—a masochist who got off on this sort of thing—but I didn’t have the stomach for any prolonged scenes. I preferred the physical variety where the result of a strike happened somewhat instantly. Breaking someone down mentally took meticulous planning and patience in spades.
It happened to be River’s crack.
Today would tell us if it was Shay’s drug of choice too. Or one of them.