Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Not okay. But she nodded.
He moved and she whimpered. This was horrible. She clung to the side of the carriage.
“Right, now come here.”
“N-no.” She couldn’t move. She was frozen.
“Little darlin’. Do you trust me to keep you safe?”
Shoot.
“I d-do.”
But she couldn’t move.
“Daddy Hux wants you to come to him. He wants you to sit on his lap so he can take care of you. And good Little girls do what their Daddy wants, don’t they, little darlin’?”
She took a deep breath in, then nodded. “Yes, Daddy Hux.”
“Good girl. Then you take my hand or I’m going to have to get stern with you and I don’t want to do that with my precious girl.”
She reached out one hand, and he slid his hand around it. Instantly, she felt better.
“You won’t let me go?”
“Never. I’ll never let you go.”
She let him pull her onto his lap so she was straddling him. She buried her face into his chest, heaving for breath.
“Easy, I have you. I have you. I’m not letting you go.”
“You were going to.” She felt a lot better now that she was in his arms. Her head felt clearer.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You pulled away from me before. You haven’t really talked to me since that day. Because you thought you fucked up.”
“Don’t let Beck hear you swear in Little headspace. So here’s the deal.”
“Yes?”
“I’m a dickhead.”
She made a scoffing noise. “Naughty Daddy. You’re not allowed to put yourself down.”
“No, that’s you.” He ran his hand up and down her back, his other hand pressed her face to his chest. “My dad is a complete asshole.”
She stilled. She wanted to hear this, despite the way her heart pounded with fear and she longed to fall completely into Little headspace.
“Was he the one who told you that you’re a fuck up?” she asked.
“Yeah. All my life he’s constantly put me down. After a while, I just believed it. Even if everyone else said I was good at something, if he said I was shit at it, I believed him. What made it worse was that our entire community thought he was this amazing guy. He’s attractive, has charisma. My mom died when I was young and people would always say how tragic it was he had to raise me alone, and what a good man and father he was. Fucking asshole hid his monster so well.”
“I’m so sorry, Hux.” Her heart broke for him. Her mother hadn’t been much of a parent. But at least she’d never verbally or physically abused her.
“I’ve worked long and hard to separate myself from him. I have nothing to do with him anymore. But sometimes his voice gets in my head telling me I’m a fuckup.”
“Well, you’re not.” She leaned back to cup his face. “You’re my Hux. Gorgeous, funny, sweet. Mine.”
“I’m sorry I pulled back like that.”
“I’ll forgive you if you promise not to do it again. And you kiss me.”
“I think I can manage that.” He tilted her head back to kiss her. Lightly at first, then he deepened the kiss. “Pretty little darlin’, aren’t you? So delicious. I wonder what you’d taste like if I was to kiss you all over?”
She whimpered. Then the carriage rocked again.
“Daddy,” she cried.
“Shh. You’re all right. Would you like Daddy to take your mind off things?”
“How?”
“I was thinking of a game of I spy.”
She gaped at him. “What?”
“Hmm. I spy with my little eye something beginning with L.” He kissed her lips.
“Lips,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Your turn.”
“I spy with my little eye something beginning with N.” She kissed his nose.
“Nose. I spy with my little eye something beginning with B.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her breast.
“Breast,” she said, feeling herself growing aroused.
Which was utterly bizarre given the circumstances.
“That’s my good girl. Would you like me to make you feel better in another way? Do you want me to make you come?”
“We can’t . . . I can’t.”
“Sure you can. No one will know, and it will take your mind off your fears. Tell me your safeword.”
“What? Why?”
He gave her a firm look. “Because I asked, little darlin’.”
“Red.”
“You’ll say it if this gets too much or you get scared. But just give me a chance to help you . . .”
This was nuts, but she didn’t say no or her safeword as he tugged the top of her dress down.
“No bra?”
The dress had a built-in bra, and it wasn’t like she had much to support.
“I like your style.” He ran his thumb over her nipple, making her gasp and thrust against him.
The carriage moved and she cried out. “Hux!”
“You’re going to stay very still and very quiet. Understand? Let Daddy make you feel good.” He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth.
Shit. She shouldn’t let him do this. It was madness.