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)
“You were a good boy to take your punishment so well.” Brody rested his head forward. Why did he like hearing that? The Fox wrapped himself around his back. Surprise filled him. Was he trying to give aftercare? He hadn’t been sure that the other man would know what that was.
But having the Fox hold him . . . it felt so good. Before, he’d felt strange in his skin, like he might float away.
And now, he felt grounded.
The Fox kissed along his shoulder. “My pretty baby boy.”
Shit. He really shouldn’t like that. Pretty? Baby? He wasn’t either of those things.
Yet, he wanted to hear more.
“Such a good boy to take your punishment.”
Christ. He was close to coming just from the other man’s words. The Fox ran his hands up and down Brody’s chest, he let out a small whimper.
“Shh. You’re all right. You’re here with me. I’ll keep you safe.”
He wasn’t whimpering because he felt unsafe. But because he was turned on and he had a feeling there was no relief for him any time soon.
“Is this good aftercare?” the Fox asked.
“Yeah. It’s good.”
“I knew it would be. I am excellent at everything I attempt to do. Still, I’m glad I got it right for you, Pup. This comforting thing doesn’t come naturally to me. But I want to make sure you have what you need.”
Dear. Lord. That just made it better. He was trying. For him. Brody. The guy so many people overlooked.
You are worthy.
“I have to go. Return to our girl. Take care of her.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The Fox pressed a kiss between his shoulders. “Good boy.”
It took Brody a moment to realize he was alone. He looked down at his hard-on. Crap. He should pull up his jeans and call a taxi or Uber. But that was going to be uncomfortable as hell. Grabbing his phone, he quickly booked a taxi before getting into the shower to take care of his, uh, problem.
It didn’t take much for him to come. A few pumps of his hand and he was groaning loudly as he found his release. It had all felt so right, having the Fox take charge, the spanking. Like something had been missing and now he was whole.
The only thing missing was Autumn.
How would she have reacted if she was there? Would she have wanted to watch?
He got out and dressed. Then grabbing his duffel bag, which he’d filled with her gifts, he headed back to his girl.
Guilt swam through his stomach as he knocked on her door forty minutes later. He heard the door unlock and there she stood in her reindeer onesie, smiling up at him.
“You’re here!” She hugged him tight then danced back, looking up at him in concern. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Did something happen at your mom’s? Was it your sisters? Do I need to get my fists out?”
“Your fists out?”
“Yep, if they were mean to you, I’m gonna teach them a lesson.” She punched at the air while jumping up and down.
He had to grin. “How much sugar have you had this afternoon?” He’d really hated leaving her, but she’d insisted he go. Besides, he knew that if he didn’t turn up his sisters would hunt him down.
Never a great prospect.
She gave him an innocent look, putting her arms behind her back. “Not that much.”
“Uh-huh. Did you eat anything healthy for lunch?”
“Brody, it’s Christmas. You don’t have to eat healthily at Christmas. It’s a day to indulge. Come look what I made us for dinner.”
She took hold of his free hand and dragged him into the living room. She’d built them a fort in front of the television. It had cushions on the floor and she’d somehow hung fairy lights around the opening. In front of the fort was a huge platter filled with every sweet thing you could imagine. From pastries to pieces of cherry pie to chocolate-coated strawberries.
“Wow. This looks amazing.”
“I know. We can keep watching Christmas movies in our fort.”
He also took note of the can of cherry-flavored energy drink sitting on the coffee table. Might help account for her excess of energy. Then she picked up a candy cane and popped it into her mouth.
“Did you take a nap this afternoon?” He’d gently suggested a nap to her after their early morning wake-up.
“What? Oh no. There was way too much to do. How was lunch?” she asked.
“About the same. I was subjected to constant torture and degradation.”
“Brody.” She stared at him aghast.
“Joking.” Sort of. “My sisters are all dying to meet you. So, I think we should schedule that for Tuesday in about twenty years’ time. Hopefully, most of them will be dead by then.”
“Brody!”
“Also joking.” He winked at her. “Unfortunately, they’ll still be alive in twenty years’ time.”
“Brody!”
“I love them, I do. They’re just a lot. They also sent me some gifts for you. And they appreciated the gifts you bought them. Although, I’m a bit upset because they were better than what I got them.”