Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Loki studied her face with his dark eyes. “I know you were trying to protect me, Tink. But I protect you. Sometimes, it feels like that’s all I’ve got anchoring me here. Keeping me sane. And I can’t do it without all the facts.”
With a cry of sorrow, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She hated that he felt that way.
He hugged her tight against him.
“Do you want to spank her, Loki?” Remy asked.
Loki drew her back, staring down at her. “You need this, Tink?”
“I . . . I still have glitter in my belly.” And she wouldn’t sleep well with it there. “But you don’t have to do it.”
“As your man, your Dom, your Ki-Ki, it’s my privilege.”
Most of the time she only called him Ki-Ki in Little headspace. So she understood what he was saying.
He shot a look at Remy, clearing his throat awkwardly. “You’ll be here.”
“Of course.” Remy spoke quietly but with surety.
And she could see the relief in Loki’s face, even though he quickly hid it. She knew how hard this had to be on him. Fuck, the whole night had been messy for him.
But Loki was stronger than he gave himself credit for. He was always there for anyone in need.
Sometimes, he made the wrong decision, but they were all guilty of that.
“You still want to use red for your safeword?” Remy asked her.
“No. I want to use Purple People Eater,” she said.
“Fuck, that’s adorable,” Remy said. “But it won’t work.”
Isa pouted. “Why not?”
“Too long, Tink,” Loki told her.
She huffed out a sigh. Okay, she got it. “How about cupcake?”
“Cupcake?” Remy looked puzzled.
“I’m not likely to yell it out during a punishment or other things . . . right? And I like cupcakes.” She shrugged. It made sense in her head.
“If that’s the word you want, baby. Sure,” Remy agreed. “Anything you don’t want to do?”
Hmm. She didn’t know. What didn’t she want to do?
“She’s got a low pain tolerance,” Loki said, standing then sitting next to her. He drew her onto his lap as though he’d sensed she needed his touch.
Knowing him, he had.
“Got it.” Remy nodded. “What else?”
She bit her lip. “Ummm.”
“Don’t degrade her,” Loki added. “No mean names.”
She nodded. She really wouldn’t like that.
“And she’s not good with blood.”
“I’m not into anything that intense anyway,” Remy murmured, studying them both. “But I do need to hear you say these things, baby.”
“Oh, right, um. I agree with those things. Also, um, I don’t want you to choose what I wear.”
Remy blinked and she knew she’d surprised him. But what she wore . . . it was part of who she was. It was a rebellion against what her dad had tried to make her into. And she didn’t want anyone taking that away from her.
Remy’s face softened. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me? Have you been worrying about this?”
“Not worrying . . . just thinking about it sometimes. I just want to choose.”
“You don’t want me to buy you any more outfits?” Loki asked, sounding confused.
“No!” she cried, turning to him. “No, I love it when you do that. I just want the choice of what to wear.”
Loki still looked confused.
Remy cleared his throat. “Some Doms like to choose what their subs wear. Sometimes just for the night. Sometimes all the time.”
“Ahh. Got it. Of course you can choose, Tink.”
Relief filled her as Remy nodded. “You will tell us if something is worrying you. Anything else worrying you?”
What? Other than the fact she could fuck everything up and be left with nothing?
Won’t happen. She and Loki were forever. And Remy . . . she hoped he would be the same.
“Not that I can think of.”
“You can always add limits as they come to you,” Remy told her. “Or try something you thought you never would. This is a fluid thing, never set in stone.”
The tension in her eased.
“What about your Little? Is she all right with her Daddies picking what she wears?”
Her Daddies?
Holy. Moly. She couldn’t wrap her head around that. Would it feel weird to call Loki Daddy? Maybe.
“Can I keep calling you Ki-Ki?” she blurted out to Loki.
His eyes widened. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“It’s just . . . when I’m in Little headspace, that’s who you are to me and I can’t . . . change that.”
Understanding filled his face. “And I wouldn’t want you to.”
“Ki-Ki is cute.” Remy’s face was slightly flushed. “Where’d it come from?”
“Um, from his names. Lach-ie. Lo-ki. Ki-Ki.” She shrugged.
“So freaking adorable,” Remy muttered. She didn’t think they were supposed to hear that.
“My Little likes being cared for. I think she . . . I would like that.”
Satisfaction filled Remy’s face. She liked being able to give him something he wanted and desired.
“Is there anything you don’t want in Little headspace?”
“I don’t know . . . I’ve never really thought about it . . . or totally let go.”