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)
“Good girl,” Courick murmured again after some time. “Hmm, you like that, do you?”
“It…it feels really good,” Addison panted. “I…I mean, it feels good not to hurt anymore,” she added quickly. “You know?”
“I know,” he rumbled. “All right, spread your legs again and let me rub the ointment into your inner thighs. In fact, I think I need you on your hands and knees this time—I have to rub it all over, not just dab like I did with the disinfectant.”
Addison bit her lip. She felt reluctant to obey this time because she could feel how hot and wet she was. Right now she was lying flat across the big Kindred’s lap. If she rose up on her hands and knees and spread her thighs, he might see how wet her pussy was and realize that she’d gotten turned on when he was touching her. How embarrassing!
But Courick clearly wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer.
“Addison?” His deep voice turned stern. “Get on your hands and knees for me now. Let me finish healing you.”
“I…but I… Are you sure I couldn’t just do it myself?” Addison asked weakly.
“No. I need to be sure the ointment’s working. Now get on your hands and knees and spread your legs for me,” he growled, clearly beginning to lose patience.
Addison couldn’t resist the commanding tone of his voice—the submissive inside her felt a need to obey she could neither deny nor ignore.
“All right,” she whispered. Taking a deep breath, she wiggled into a kneeling position with her hands on one side of his legs and her knees planted on the mattress on the other side. Then, biting her lip, she spread her thighs for him. She even tilted her ass up, giving him free access to her inner thighs and subsequently to her pussy. Her panties had slid far down her ankles by this time so they didn’t get in the way, even though she sort of wished they would.
She waited for Courick to say something, but for a long time he was silent, just looking at her. Addison hung her head, feeling humiliated. She could feel how wet and hot her pussy was—some of her juices were sliding down her inner thighs and she could only imagine how swollen she must be by now. He would know how turned on she was—there was no way he couldn’t.
Finally, Courick spoke.
“Your soft little pussy is all puffy and wet with your honey, Addison. Is this why you didn’t want to open for me? Because you got aroused when I touched you?”
Tears of embarrassment squeezed from Addison’s eyes and she nodded.
“I…I’m sorry,” she whispered, hanging her head even lower. “It’s just…your hands on me felt really good. Nobody’s touched me like you did just now in a really, really long time.”
In fact, she couldn’t ever remember having a man be so gentle with her—or being with one who wanted nothing but to heal her and wasn’t just trying to get into her pants.
But it wasn’t just the way he touched her and healed her—it was the fact that it felt so good to submit to her stern boss—so good to do as he told her and give him control of her body knowing she could trust him not to hurt her.
Now he’ll be disgusted with me and say I’m being inappropriate, she thought miserably. After all, he’s my boss—not my Daddy or my Master. I shouldn’t get so turned on when he touches me. It’s not right.
“Hey, hey…” Suddenly one big warm hand cupped her chin and tilted her head so that she was looking up at him.
Courick was leaning down, a concerned look on his dark face.
“What is it, little one?” He rumbled. “Are you upset because I saw how hot and wet you are?”
Sniffing, Addison nodded.
“I…I’m really sorry,” she whispered. “I know I shouldn’t—I know you’re my boss and it’s not right. But the way you touched me felt so good. And the way you made me submit to you…”
But she couldn’t go on…couldn’t explain that somehow he was pressing all her emotional buttons even though he didn’t know he was doing it.
“There’s no need to feel ashamed,” Courick murmured. He cupped her flushed cheek and swiped away her tears with his thumb. “It’s just your body’s natural reaction to being touched. You don’t have to fear I’ll be angry with you.”
“You…you won’t?” Addison sniffed again, looking up at him hopefully.
“No, of course not.” He carded his long fingers through her hair and a soft expression came over his stern features. “You’re so little and delicate—so precious. How could I be angry with you?”
“You get upset with me at the office sometimes,” Addison pointed out.
“Only when you make foolish mistakes. But I’m never really angry with you—I just want to help you do better,” he murmured. “I want to train you because I won’t be at the Tampa HKR building forever.”