Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Still, Addison hung back.
“I…I don’t know if it’s, uh, right to let you touch me there,” she protested, her heart pounding.
What are you talking about? a little voice in her head demanded. You’ve been doing nothing but fantasizing about having him touch you all over from the moment you first came to work for him! Why are you so shy all of a sudden?
Addison didn’t know. She only knew that the sight of her big, muscular, bare-chested Kindred boss sitting on the edge of her pink princess bed, demanding that she lay across his lap and let him touch and heal her had her heart pounding with a mixture of desire and anxiety.
Her turbulent emotions must have shown on her face because the expression in Courick’s golden eyes changed from stern to sympathetic.
“I see the problem—you’re afraid I’ll take advantage of you sexually. I promise you, Addison, that’s not the Kindred way. I won’t take anything you’re not willing to give. Now be a good girl and come here—let me take care of you.”
There they were again—the magic words. He wanted to take care of her. Addison realized what he was offering her wasn’t just healing—this was a chance to submit. To give up control of her body to a male she trusted. She knew the Kindred were good guys—they never hurt or raped women, unlike human men.
The need inside her rose up and overwhelmed her embarrassment and uncertainty. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to her boss.
“All right,” she said in a voice that came out barely above a whisper. “How…how do you want me?”
“Like this.” Courick reached for her. Lifting her as though she weighed nothing at all, he arranged her over his lap. Then he opened the small medical kit he’d been carrying and put it on the bed beside him. “Let’s see what we’re working with,” Addison heard him murmur and then she felt a cool breeze on her bottom as the hem of her dress was drawn up to the small of her back.
She was hoping the big Kindred would leave her panties alone, but she had no such luck. He pulled the white silk panties—now red in places from her blood—down to her knees, baring her ass completely.
“Seven Hells, he really beat you!” His voice was low and hoarse with anger and dismay. “I should have reached you sooner—I’m so sorry, Addison.”
“It…it’s not your fault. The guy was just an asshole.”
Addison bit her lip and stiffened in his lap as she felt his big, warm hand gently exploring her behind. Could this situation be more awkward? And yet there was a part of her—the little part—that wanted to just relax and let him take care of her. She wished she could give in to that part, but she was afraid to—afraid to slip into the special head space called “little space” where she could really let herself feel and act younger.
He’s not my Daddy Dom—not really, she reminded herself. He’s just taking care of me because I got hurt—that’s all.
“I’m going to disinfect these wounds now,” she heard Courick say. “It might sting a little bit, but I promise I’ll go as fast as I can. All right?”
“All…all right,” Addison somehow managed to get out. She bit her lip harder as she felt a cold cloth begin dabbing at the small wounds the thorns had left. A sharp, medicinal scent like rubbing alcohol stung her nose and she couldn’t help whimpering because Courick hadn’t been lying—the disinfectant really stung!
“I’m sorry, little one—I know it stings,” Courick rumbled, rubbing her lower back soothingly with one big, warm hand. “Almost done now. Just spread your legs a little—he got your inner thighs too, I’m afraid.”
Feeling shy all over, Addison did as he said. There were a few more dabs which stung more than all the others, due to how sensitive her thighs were, and then her boss said,
“All right—all done with the hard part. Now I just have to rub in the ointment. I want you to know you’re being a very good girl, Addison—I’m proud of you for holding still while I heal you.”
God! Addison closed her eyes for a moment, feeling like she might explode! It seemed impossible that her stern, gruff boss could be so gentle and kind…and that he somehow knew exactly what to say to her, even though he didn’t know about her secret kink. Calling her a “good girl” and praising her for holding still…he really was a natural Daddy Dom. She wished he knew it.
“Now, this ointment should heal up these wounds almost immediately, but it needs to be rubbed in to activate it,” Courick told her. “I promise, it won’t hurt like the disinfectant, though it might feel a little warm.”
And with that, his big warm hands began rubbing something warm and soothing into her ass, caressing and stroking her everywhere in a way that made Addison want to purr like a cat being petted. She couldn’t help squirming a little bit—his big hands on her bare ass just felt so good! She could feel the moisture gathering between her thighs as her pussy got hot and wet and swollen. It felt so good to submit to the big Kindred and let him do what he wanted with her—his touch was so gentle and yet so firm.