Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
He’d dragged me by my hair outside the car, still naked, shirt off, glistening with sweat. The park was deserted but it still heightened the moment being in a public place when he bent me over a picnic table and took me hard from behind.
Before he came inside me again, he flipped me up and laid me out there, under the open sky, and ate my pussy until I came more times than I can count.
But he still wasn’t done. He finished by fucking me so hard laying there that he had to carry me back to the car. My legs were of no use.
It’s so interesting and wonderful how he can change like that. One minute he can be almost an animal, hell bent on fulfilling his own needs, pulling my hair, telling me I’m here for his pleasure, his use.
Then just as quickly he’s worshipping me. Thanking me for being in his life. Telling me I’m the sweetest, best part of every day.
After the bath, he’d dressed me in a onesie with ‘Daddy’s Girl’ across the chest and pink trim around the arm and leg openings. He got down on his knees and put my feet in little cotton socks with lace trim around the ankles. For him, it was what he calls his Daddy’s robe.
Watching him now as he moves about the kitchen so carefully, I’m in awe. I just love him so much I still sometimes don’t understand it.
He’s an amazing cook. It’s not breakfast time, but breakfast not at breakfast time is sometimes even better.
He’s preparing me a vegetable omelet with avocado and feta cheese because he knows it’s my favorite.
He turns over his shoulder to glance at me as I sit wearing my onesie, knowing he is looking at my nipples poking through the white fabric. “Drink your tea, Babybear.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He’s big on tea. His favorite is Earl Gray. Thinks it has healing powers both physical and emotional.
I’m not one to argue just by nature, and I’ve found he’s usually right about most things including the tea.
I’ve not been sick a day since I moved in here, right up until when I hurled at the cabin. When we got back to the house and he made us both a cup of tea, from the first sip I felt myself calming.
It’s getting late and it started sprinkling on the drive home from the airfield. Now the rain is pummeling the west facing windows and making the house seem extra cozy with the fire Stas built in the kitchen fireplace before he started cooking.
I raise the cup to my lips and draw in the warm liquid. It’s tipped with honey and the sweet flavor reminds me of the time Daddy dripped honey on me before spending hours kissing and licking it from every inch of my body.
“I missed my salon appointment.” I tug my lips to the side, thankful that right now, that’s what I can think about. Things will get back to normal.
“I know, baby. As soon as you feel up to it, we will reschedule, and I promise I’ll go with you. I want to watch. Be there to make sure everything is done the way you’d like.”
I take a deep breath, then exhale on a smile. He’s so handsome standing there. I can imagine him sitting in the salon with me. My big, rugged Russian man making sure his Babybear gets the right sort of unicorn hair color.
“Thank you, Daddybear. Maybe you can call tomorrow and see when we can get an appointment?”
“Consider it done.” He smiles back and a sense of joyful contentment washes over me.
The smell of his cooking has my stomach growling. I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I’d eaten anything until he’d asked.
“So,” he turns again, this time with my omelet and a buttered piece of rye toast on the plate and placing it in front of me. “Time to eat and talk.”
I nod with a bite already in my mouth, savoring the flavors and how perfect I feel when he takes care of me like this.
“What about you? Aren’t you going to eat?” I ask, my mouth still half full of the wonderful food, shoveling another forkful inward before he answers.
“Not now, Babybear. I’m not hungry. We have some serious subject matter to cover.” Stas leans against the counter, bracing himself on the heels of his hands to each side.
The look in his eyes makes me shiver. Even in his robe he’s intimidating. He looks even bigger than usual tonight and I think it’s just knowing more about him now that’s causing the change in my perception.
Seeing the other side of him back at the cabin and knowing there is a part of him that is dangerous has fueled both my awe and confusion about this man I love.