Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
She let out a soft sigh.
Reaching up, he removed her pacifier, handing to her and ignoring her protest as he slid two fingers into her mouth.
“Shh. Suck for Daddy.”
She let out a contented sigh as she suckled on his fingers.
“Get them nice and wet for me.”
After a few moments, he drew them free of her mouth.
“Daddy.”
“Put your pacifier back in for me, Little Blossom.” The words were said in a soft tone, but with a hint of steel that told her he meant it.
She pushed her pacifier back into her mouth as he slid his fingers between her legs. She gasped quietly.
“Put your top leg back over mine,” he told her. “That’s it.” He slid his fingers over her pussy, playing with her clit until she was breathing heavily.
“That’s it. Get nice and wet for Daddy.” He rubbed at her clit as he placed kisses along her neck and the top of her shoulder. “My good girl. I want you to come for me.”
Her breath was racing. She wriggled, trying to move, but he kept her still.
“Just lie there. Let Daddy take care of you. Come for me, baby.”
The orgasm wasn’t the most intense or mind-blowing, it simply washed through her, washing away the last pieces of energy. But in a good way, in a way she knew would help her sleep.
Which was probably why Reuben had done it.
Then he slid his fingers down, pushing them deep into her passage. He shuffled down slightly so his arm wasn’t straining.
She waited for him to move them. To do something, but he simply lay there with his fingers inside her.
Faith removed her pacifier. “Daddy? Are you going to keep them there?”
“Hmm. It’s them or my dick. I need to be connected to you.”
The idea of him having his cock inside while she slept . . . yeah, a shudder of pleasure went through her.
“I can tell my baby likes that idea. We’ll do that another time. Maybe while I’m working, I’ll call you into my office and have you sit on my lap for your nap with your pussy keeping my dick nice and warm.”
“Does it get cold, Daddy?” she asked.
“It does.”
“Poor widdle diddle.”
“My dick is not a diddle nor is it widdle and I can’t believe I just said the word widdle.”
To her shock, she giggled.
“I could knit it a scarf, Daddy. I’m good at knitting. I just haven’t done any lately.” Because yarn cost money and she didn’t want to spend any cash on a hobby.
“I think it will survive without a scarf,” he told her dryly.
“Well, you just tell me if you need one,” she replied.
He kissed her neck. “Got you where I want you now.”
Yeah, she guessed so. But it didn’t scare her.
“I’ll give you anything you want or need. But I cannot give you freedom from me.”
That was all right. Because that was the last thing she wanted.
“Sleep now. Daddy has you. I’ll keep you safe.”
52
Faith woke up alone.
That familiar panic tried to suffocate her again and she sat up in bed, looking around.
Don’t be silly. Maybe he’s just in the bathroom.
He’s allowed to leave you alone.
Her brain just wouldn’t let it go, though. He’d kept the memories and fear at bay and now that he wasn’t touching her, everything wanted to rush back at her.
Eric yelling at her. Grabbing her. His hands going around her neck.
Just breathe through it.
You’re safe.
Right. But she’d feel better if Reuben was with her.
What are you doing? We need that money!
The words blasted through her mind. Cammie had screamed that at Eric last night.
The money? The money that she had given them each week? But Cammie got paid well.
Right?
Daddy. She needed Daddy.
Stumbling, she headed out toward the kitchen. Faith could smell coffee and hear people talking. Walking into the kitchen, she found them both at the small eat-in dining table. Cammie smiled and leaned over to put her hand on Reuben’s arm.
Jealousy filled her.
Reuben immediately moved his arm away from her.
“I know you’ve been through a lot,” he said in a firm voice. “But you do not have permission to touch me.”
And her jealousy dropped away.
Women would always look at him, covet him. But they could look all they wanted.
Because he was hers.
And Reuben wasn’t the sort of man to ever cheat. She knew that.
There was a look of shock on Cammie’s face. As though she couldn’t fathom anyone ever turning her down.
Reuben stood and walked over to Faith. Then in a display of possession, of ownership, he pushed her gently back against the counter, his hand going to the back of her head before he kissed her.
The kiss was deep and heavy. Hard. Hot.
And over far too quickly.
When he drew back, her head was spinning.
“Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“You feeling all right?” he asked.
“A bit weird.” She rubbed her forehead. “I slept better than I thought I would.” Then she caught sight of the time on the oven. “Oh no! Look at the time. We’re late.”