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)
“I don’t think you failed me, though.” Owen had still believed in her. He’d come for her. And he’d sent her Amy Alpaca.
“I did. Punish me.”
“All right, you can’t come while you fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
Smack!
His hand landed without warning.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Daddy!” she cried out.
“I know. It’s supposed to hurt. But it’s not more than you can take.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Daddy, please!” Her bottom stung and she could feel something inside her breaking.
“Three more. You can take them, baby girl. You’re doing so well. Your bottom is already nice and pink for me. But I want this to truly sink in. I want you to know that you belong to me. Never.”
Smack!
“Leave.”
Smack!
“Me.”
Smack!
“Again.”
She collapsed forward, a sob breaking free. She’d been so close to tears, but she hadn’t gotten pushed far enough. Maybe she should have asked for more.
“There. There. Now. Now.” He patted her back, lying alongside her.
To her shock, she found herself giggling at his words.
“Why are you laughing? Did I not spank you hard enough?”
“You did! You did!” she cried.
“Are you sure? I can always do it again.”
“Daddy!” she protested. “I’m sure.”
He moved so he was sitting up against the headboard then he patted his lap. “Come here. Sit on my lap, baby girl.”
“Said the spider to the fly.”
He grinned wickedly. She moved up the bed, wincing slightly, then straddled him. She tugged off his shirt with his help, then he drew her against him, rubbing her back. She nuzzled at his chest, sucking lightly on his nipples.
“Does my baby girl need to suck on something?” he whispered. “Want to suck on Daddy’s cock?”
She did. But she felt bad for him.
“Don’t worry about me, baby girl. You just suck away as long as you want. It’s my punishment not to come. Although it’s certainly not a punishment to have your mouth on me.”
He moved onto his back, then rolled to his side. She lay on her side facing him, her face level with his already firm cock.
Was he certain this was all right?
She glanced up at him worriedly. He cupped her cheek gently.
“Suck me, baby girl. Now.”
49
It was torture.
But at the same time, it felt right.
This was his punishment. Maybe it wasn’t enough. And really . . . who wouldn’t want this girl sucking on their dick?
He brushed his fingers through her hair. He’d wash it for her later. He could tell she hadn’t been taking care of herself these past few days. There were dark marks under her eyes and she looked gaunt.
Haunted.
That all had to stop. They had to start taking care of her properly.
Putting her first.
He gritted his teeth as she sucked strongly.
Shit. Fuck.
He was going to be walking funny after this with his giant blue balls.
But it would be worth it. She was worth everything.
“Sit down, and I’ll put on your shoes.”
She sat and let Owen put her shoes on, then he tied her shoelaces. He’d insisted on dressing her. So she was wearing a loose blouse, a tight skirt, and lace-up sneakers.
“I need to check my hair,” she said. “Where’s my make-up?” She’d taken some from Jonathan’s place.
“Why?” he asked. “You don’t need it.”
“Yes, I do. Jonathan—” she cut her words off.
“Jonathan isn’t here, and his opinion doesn’t matter.”
She swallowed heavily. She was just so used to Jonathan dictating her life. It felt bizarre not to have to worry about him.
“Right. Okay. Do I look all right?”
“You look perfect. As always.”
After she’d had her fill of sucking on him, drifting in and out of sleep, he’d put her in the shower with him.
Or tried to. It was too small. He’d grumbled about not being able to wash her hair and finding somewhere better to stay as he washed every inch of her.
It had been sweet.
And just what she needed.
“I’m not hungry.”
“That wasn’t a question, baby girl. When was the last time you ate?”
“Um. I remember having a protein bar while waiting for the plane.”
“And that’s it? Since that dinner at the palace?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re eating. And you’re drinking water.”
“Coffee?” she asked.
“If you drink your water first. You know the rules. Oh, and you’ve got to hold my hand when you’re out of this apartment. And you will obey me. Understand? I don’t know this area and this isn’t safe like Escana.”
“Because it was so safe there.”
He frowned. “It should have been.”
Owen took hold of her hand and made sure the door was locked behind them. He led her down the stairs and outside. Half a block over, they walked into a diner. She followed close behind him. It had been years since she’d eaten in a place like this. Before Jonathan had come and taken her away.
The server led them to a booth.
“Drinks?” she asked.
“Water and coffee for us both,” Owen told her.
Chloe picked up the menu, reading through it. What could she eat that was small?