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 got them all the same thing.”
“Well, next year, you and I are shopping for them together. Do you want to open them now? I brought my gifts for you as well. Did you open the rest of your Santa gifts yet?” he asked, rambling. Yep, he knew he was acting crazy.
Take a breath. You’re going to freak her out.
“No, I thought I’d wait to open the rest tonight.” Moving over to him, she placed her hand on his forearm. “Brody? What’s wrong?”
He placed the duffel down by the Christmas tree, then turned to her, fiddling with his glasses. “I have something to tell you, but I don’t want you to get upset.”
“I promise I won’t get upset. Tell me.”
He blinked down at her. “No, you can’t just . . . you can’t just say that you won’t get upset.”
“Why not?” She spoke around the candy cane in her mouth.
“Because what if what I say does upset you?”
“But I promised not to get upset. Brody, just tell me.”
“Maybe come sit down for this. Please?” He held out his hand and she took hold of it so easily.
Fudge. He didn’t deserve her.
Sitting, he winced. Right. He needed to do that slowly.
“Brody? Are you okay? Oh no, did you eat too much? Have you got hemorrhoids?”
His eyes widened. “What? No!”
“It’s okay. Hemorrhoids are nothing to be ashamed of. Happens to lots of people. I don’t have any cream here, though . . .”
“I don’t have hemorrhoids.”
“Maybe a cold cloth or something would help? I’m not sure. I could look it up on the internet.”
“Do not look up how to treat hemorrhoids on the internet,” he told her hastily.
“Why not? If you’re in pain, I want to help. That’s what a girlfriend does.”
“My ass isn’t sore because of hemorrhoids,” he explained. “The Fox . . . the Fox . . .”
“What did he do?” Her eyes widened, horror filling them. “Did he hurt you? Brody?”
“He spanked me,” he said in a rush.
She stared at him for a long moment. “Ohh, thank goodness.”
Thank goodness?
It was his turn to stare at her. “Thank goodness?”
“Yes, I thought something terrible had happened.”
Excuse him. But he thought being spanked was pretty terrible.
“But why did he spank you?” she asked.
“Because he’s a meanie.” Whoops, he hadn’t meant to say it like that.
Her eyes widened. “Was it terrible? Did he just use his hand or a belt? Did he bend you over his knee?”
Here he’d been worried she might be upset, but she just seemed eager to know the details.
“Wish I’d been there,” she said with a sigh. “I bet that was pretty hot, huh?”
He ran his hand over his mouth. “This is not how I was expecting this conversation to go.”
“It’s not? Oh, you expected me to be upset with the Fox? Why? For spanking you? Did he do it without your consent?”
“Well, I didn’t exactly want to get spanked.”
She frowned. “He forced you?”
“Not . . . not exactly. I think he kinda tricked me. He says all these things, and they all sound so reasonable. And the next thing you know, you have your pants down to your ankles and your hands against the wall with your ass poking out, getting your butt spanked.”
“Whoa.”
Whoa was right.
“I would pay good money to see that.”
“What?”
“Um, what?” she said innocently.
He wasn’t buying it for a moment.
“Did you just say you’d pay good money to see me being spanked?”
“Um, maybe?”
“You . . . you really think that’s hot?” he asked, surprised by the surge of vulnerability that filled him.
She knows you’re a sub.
She slid into his lap, surprising him. He hugged her to his chest.
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
He gave her a shy smile.
“What else happened? Where did he spank you? Did he tell you why?” she asked.
“Ah, yeah. He did.”
“Oh no, I’m probably making your sore bottom worse.” She jumped from his lap, and before he could catch her, she’d managed to tumble onto her ass on the floor.
“Ouch.”
“Sweetie, are you hurt?”
“I’ve got a sore bottom now. My butt has sympathy for yours.”
He slid down onto his knees. “Want me to rub it better?”
“Want me to rub yours better?” she countered. “Can I see it?”
“You want to look at my ass?”
She bit her lip, nodding. “Is that weird?”
“Ahh. No.” It was his turn to feel embarrassed. “I don’t think anyone has ever asked to look at my ass.”
“I find that hard to believe. You’ve got a cute butt.”
Standing, he held out a hand to pull her up.
“Oh no!” she cried.
“What is it?”
“I lost my candy cane.” She pouted, then drew another one out of her pocket. “Never mind, there’s more where that came from. But be careful where you step, it’s probably around here somewhere.”
Turning toward the sofa, he glanced over his shoulder at her. “Like this?”
“Uh-huh. Show me the good stuff, big boy.”