Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Sometimes you had to learn when to push . . . and when to back off and let a Little subby come to you.
He just had to convince her that she could trust him when she was at her most vulnerable.
That he wouldn’t harm her. Never that.
She curled up in his lap, stiff at first until he tightened his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.
To his shock, she settled in with a soft sigh.
He moved his hand up and down her back.
“Are you feeling better?” she asked, leaning her head back to look up at him.
God, the exhaustion in her face killed him.
“I’m getting there. Let’s get you into bed, all right?”
“You’re coming too?” She bit her lip, her hunger clear. Especially when she pressed her ass in against his cock. He sucked in a breath.
Fuck.
“All right, darling girl. But you’re not getting my cock yet.”
Her mouth dropped open as she frowned. “That’s not nice.”
He had to laugh at the pout. That was the closest he’d seen to her Little coming out.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”
“I have an idea of how to help you. But only if you’re a good girl.”
“How?” There was a suspicion in her gaze.
“Hmm. I was thinking I could finger your pretty pussy until you scream my name . . . does that sound like it might help you sleep?”
She licked her lips. “You sure do have a way with words, cowboy. So that’s what good girls get? Orgasms?”
“Now you’re getting it.”
“And bad girls?”
“No such thing as a bad girl. I don’t really like that phrase. But let’s say you were a bit naughty and didn’t do as you were told, or you put yourself in danger, risked your health . . . well, you know what a naughty girl might get.”
“A spanking.”
“Yep.” Shifting in the chair, he stood with her cradled in his arms.
“Dominic!” she squealed, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck.
Ahh. So that’s what he had to do in order to get her to hold onto him tight.
“Shh, you’re all right. I won’t drop you.”
He deposited her on the bed he’d already turned down. “Move over, baby.”
“Oh, this is the side I sleep on.”
“Not while I’m in your bed,” he countered.
“What?”
“It’s the side closest to the door. That means I need to be on this side. To protect you if someone comes through. Scoot over, darling girl.”
Okay.
It was official.
He was some sort of robot. Programmed to say exactly what women wanted to hear.
Really? He needed to be on that side of the bed to protect her? If her insides grew any warmer, she was going to turn into mush.
Even though she thought about pointing out that she slept alone all the time and nothing bad ever happened . . . she decided not to.
Because he wanted to protect her.
So she moved over as he took off his boots and jeans, getting in wearing just a T-shirt and boxers.
Suddenly, she felt guilty about making him get into bed with her.
“You don’t have to stay with me. I’m sure you have better things to do.”
“Better things than cuddle a gorgeous woman? To soothe and pet her and play until she falls asleep in my arms? I can’t see what would be better than that.”
Her breath hitched. And she had to move onto her other side before she did something stupid.
Like beg him to be hers. Always.
He scooted in behind her, drawing her back against his chest so he was spooning her. Then he kissed her neck.
“We don’t need to do anything but sleep, darling girl,” he murmured. “Until you give me permission to take control, you’re in charge. And ultimately, you always have control.”
“Do you mean because I can say a safeword?”
“Exactly. If we enter into anything with a power exchange dynamic you will have a safeword and you will use it if you need to.”
The firmness in his voice had a tendril of excitement racing up her spine.
Lord. She’d never felt like this with anyone else ever before.
It was soon going to be addictive.
She didn’t think she could sleep with the way her need for him filled her. It felt like something was running across her skin. Her heart started racing faster. Did he know she was turned on? That her panties were damp with her need for him? Her nipples hard and aching.
“Dominic,” she whispered.
“What is it? What do you need?”
Couldn’t he just do it without her asking?
What am I afraid of? What is the worst that could happen? He’s already said he’s attracted to me . . . wants me.
“I need . . . I need to touch you.”
“Hmm. That might be a part of it, but I don’t think that’s what you really need. What. Do. You. Need?”
She licked her lips. “It feels selfish.”
“Telling me your needs is never selfish. Tell me.”