Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
She was mumbling, clearly exhausted. The dark marks under her eyes seemed more pronounced. Had she been sleeping properly?
Fuck. Why hadn’t he checked in with her more often while he was away?
Because you thought she was doing well with Brody around.
She rubbed at her eyes. “So tired. Wanna sleep, Daddy.”
“I know, baby girl. Let’s get you to bed.”
He’d come back and chuck those pills. And anything else that could be slightly dangerous that was in the bathroom cabinet. No way was he risking her taking anything else tonight or ever again.
Standing, he held her tight against him as he carried her to bed.
“You so strong, Daddy.”
He was. But also, she barely weighed anything. She seemed more fragile and thinner than before he’d left.
He’d bet she hadn’t been eating either.
It was his job to take care of her. And he hadn’t. That wasn’t easy to admit. He rarely made mistakes.
“Please don’t take me away, Daddy.”
“I need you to be safe. You have to promise me that you’ll take care of yourself.”
“I will, Daddy.”
“Brody was meant to be looking after you.”
“That’s not fair, Daddy. He’s not my keeper. And he needs a Daddy too,” she said as he laid her on the bed. It looked like she hadn’t made it in days. She was already in pajamas, so he didn’t need to change her.
Too bad.
Although he was given to understand that women didn’t like men undressing them without their express permission. However, Autumn was his. So surely that didn’t apply to him?
Anyone else who tried to undress her, other than Brody, were dead.
Wow. He really did need to take out a target. It felt like his creativity was being stifled on all sides by people with morals.
So boring.
He laid her down and drew the covers over her.
“What do you mean?” He tucked her in firmly. He didn’t want her accidentally rolling out of bed and hurting herself.
“Brody needs a Daddy, too.” She sniffled. “My Brody-bear.”
“Because he’s a Middle?”
“You know?” she asked, wriggling around. What was she doing? Was she uncomfortable?
“I know.”
“Oh, good. Can you be his Daddy too?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Too? As well as being your Daddy?”
“Yeah. As well as being my Daddy. Duh.”
He didn’t appreciate being told “duh”, but his mind was kind of stuck on her fully acknowledging him as her Daddy.
“You acknowledge that I’m your Daddy?”
“Don’t . . . don’t you wanna be? Oh no, you don’t want me either?” she cried.
“What? No. I want you. You’re already mine and you’re going nowhere.”
“Oh. That’s nice.”
It was more than nice. But he decided now probably wasn’t the time to lecture her on all the ways that nice didn’t cover their relationship.
See? He could learn. He could grow.
“And you could be Brody-bear’s Daddy, too, because I can’t do that for him. He tries to give me what I need, but I don’t know where to start to help him. I wouldn’t make a very good Domme.”
No, she would not.
“I can give him what he needs,” he said grimly. Which included a hot ass. “If that’s what you desire.”
“Thanks, Daddy. You the best. Double helping of ice cream for you.”
Ice cream wasn’t exactly what he wanted. Unless he got to use her as the bowl.
“Do you think he’ll want to be with me then?” she asked in a sad voice.
“He doesn’t have a choice.”
“Daddy, you can’t take away people’s choices.” She managed to get a finger free and started wiggling it in front of him. He quickly wrapped his lips around it and sucked. “Daddy, I’m not food.”
“Oh, yes, you are. And one day, I’ll spend hours eating you.”
“Huh?”
He grinned wickedly. He wished he could do that right now. But he knew that was wrong.
Huh. This having morals thing could be very annoying. Especially when he had a raging hard-on.
“Lie still,” he commanded as she started moving around.
“Oh no!”
“Oh no, what?” He glanced around. Could she see something he hadn’t? What was going on?
“I needs to pee-pee. Daddy, up!” She had both hands out of the bedcovers and was holding them up.
What was happening right now? She wanted up?
Pick her up, then.
“Daddy, up! Quick! Gonna pee myself.”
Right. That would be bad. He ripped the blankets off, then picked her up, settling her against his hip as he rushed into the bathroom. Then he set her down by the toilet. She stood there, swaying. She nearly stumbled into the bathroom cabinet, but he grabbed her before she hurt herself.
“Daddy, pee.”
“You’re in front of the toilet.”
But it was clear that she was nearly asleep, and her Little was mostly in control.
So. This was new. Holding onto her with one hand, he managed to get her pants and panties down over her ass. Then he settled her on the toilet, before drawing her pajama pants further down her legs. He took a step back, but he didn’t want to go too far when she was wobbly.