Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Touch your clit, Lyra. Make yourself come.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t follow his command.
“Have you never masturbated while you were with a man?” He was certain the only man she’d ever been with had been Boyd, but he was not bringing that man’s name into their bedroom. He sure as hell wasn’t allowing it into her playroom.
Her cheeks turned a darker red. “No,” she whispered.
His cock throbbed, pulsing inside her in a way she couldn’t possibly not notice. He needed the answer to another question. “Have you ever had an orgasm during sex, Little one?”
“Yes…” she said in a strange, drawn-out tone. She licked her lips and stared down at their connection. “Last night.”
Phoenix flinched even though he’d already suspected that would be her answer. “Oh, my sweet, sweet girl.” He held her more firmly in place with his palm on her back while he stroked inside her tight bottom again. “From now on, you will always orgasm when you have sex, more than once if I can help it. Now, do what Daddy said. Rub your clit like you do when you’re alone. Make it feel good. I want to feel you come around my cock and my finger, Lyra.”
She slid her hand down between them, and the moment she touched herself, she moaned.
Phoenix set his forehead against hers. “You are so sexy, Lyra. Come for Daddy.”
She rose up and down on his shaft a few more times, rubbing herself while he stroked inside her bottom. Suddenly, her body stiffened. Both her pussy and her bottom clenched tight, and she came so hard she cried out.
It was glorious and humbling, and Phoenix followed right behind her, filling her tight channel with his seed.
Chapter Fourteen
“I’m not going to be able to sleep, Daddy,” Lyra complained ten minutes later after Phoenix had carried her to the bathroom and cleaned her up. He snagged her nightie when they got back to the playroom, slid it over her head, and tucked her into the daybed.
Sitting next to her, he rubbed her tummy over the covers. It was hard not to laugh at her insistence since she was yawning and rubbing her eyes. He tucked Harry into her arms. “That’s okay, but you will stay in this bed for one hour and rest, Little one. That’s my rule.”
She pushed out her bottom lip. “And then I can play my cello again?”
“Of course. I’ll come let you know when your hour is up.” He leaned over and kissed her before pointing toward the camera mounted in the corner of the room. “See that?”
She gasped. “Is that a camera?”
“Yes, and I can monitor you from wherever I am.”
“You’re going to watch me sleep?”
“Yep. I’m going to make sure you don’t get up when you’re supposed to be resting. I don’t want to find you playing with your toys after I tuck you in for a nap.” He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed the tips. “You may not play with your pussy either.”
She gasped. “Daddy!”
“That’s the rule. If you need me, call out, and I’ll come. Otherwise, nap time is for resting, not playing, and not masturbating.” He lifted a brow, loving the way he was embarrassing her.
She rolled her eyes. “So bossy.”
“Yep. But in a good way. My type of bossy makes you squirm.” He tickled her briefly through the covers.
She giggled and batted at his hand.
He stood. “I’m going to go out into the common area so I can make a phone call without disturbing you. Rest, Little one.”
“Okay.” She sighed dramatically as though he’d ordered her to eat a mud pie.
Chuckling, he left the room, pulled the door almost closed, and grabbed his phone and tablet. He needed to call Kingsley. Hopefully, the man had more information.
Luckily, when he entered the common area, no one was around, so he set up his tablet, which allowed him to see his Little girl while he placed the call.
Kingsley picked up on the first ring. No one had a clue where on the globe the man resided, but he always answered them immediately, and he never sounded as though he’d been asleep. Weird. More than weird. The man was like a robot.
“Phoenix Duggan, I was wondering when you might call.”
The man was unnerving, yet it was impossible to feel aggravated with him. He clearly had everyone’s best interests at heart. He’d saved all of them from horrifying circumstances and continued to do so every day of the week. It was evident that Kingsley had limitless financial resources and an abundance of information.
Phoenix dropped down onto the couch and got straight to the point. “I’m hoping you know more about Lyra Bloom than what was on the flash drive.”
“Unfortunately, not much,” Kingsley responded. His voice was strained with frustration. “What I know is that you should not relax your security measures. I’m aware that her ex-agent, Boyd Zhivers, made an appearance at Danger Bluff. I’m also aware that another man tried to get to her today.”