Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 5915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 30(@200wpm)___ 24(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 30(@200wpm)___ 24(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)
Both he and Daddy are big men, and I only reach halfway up their chests. Next to them, I’m like a chubby little fairy.
“Any plans after work?” Daddy asks Hunter.
I know he’s not talking to me because Daddy says girls belong at home. I guess I’m not supposed to work but instead find a man and get married. The thought of it has no appeal to me. Daddy needs me here, and I’m not sure how expects me to find a man if I don’t go anywhere without him or Hunter.
Well, not Hunter so much anymore. He avoids me for the most part. We both pretend that those morning cuddle sessions never occur.
Even if I did want to go somewhere, I don’t have money. Daddy said I don’t need any because he buys me everything that I want. It’s true and I can use his card online. He’s never said a peep about the things I buy.
“Eat.” Daddy pushes a plate of pancakes toward me, and I dig in while they talk.
My eyes keep going to the clock. Normally, I don’t want Daddy to leave, but today is different. I have a plan in place, and I need both of them out of the house. My whole body is buzzing, and it has been for weeks.
“You’ll come straight home after work? I don’t like leaving Mae alone for too long.” Daddy stands behind my chair, placing his hands on my shoulders.
“I can handle her.” I can feel Hunter’s eyes on me, but I keep my head down.
“She’s certainly a handful,” Daddy agrees.
He kisses me on the top of the head before they both head out for the day. When I hear the garage door close, I jump up from my chair and dash to Daddy’s office. After I double-check my order on his computer, I smile. It’s coming today.
I can be sneaky, too.
Chapter Two
HUNTER
When I get home from work, I’m surprised to see Mae sitting in the living room. She’s usually in the library reading or in our room taking a nap. When she sees me, she jumps up from the couch quickly like I’ve startled her.
“What are you doing home?” She looks at the front door and then back at me like I should turn around and walk out.
“I finished work early.” I put my helmet by the front door and hang my leather jacket on the hook. “The bike I was working on didn’t need as much body work as they thought.”
“Oh.” She looks at the door and then back at me.
I narrow my eyes. “Are you expecting someone?”
“No!” She’s quick to say and then laughs nervously. “It just that, um—”
The doorbell cuts her off, and it confirms my suspicions. “You’re not expecting anyone, huh?” I say and stalk back to the door, pissed off.
“It’s not like that,” she says as she tries to jump in front of me.
“It’s not? I bet you planned this because you didn’t think anyone else would be here.” She swallows hard, and I know I’ve hit the target.
The doorbell rings again, and I move Mae out of the way. “Hunter,” she pleads, but it’s too late.
I pull open the door to see… the mailman?
“Just need a quick signature,” he says and holds out the handheld scanner. He’s got a small package under his arm, and he’s waiting for me to sign for it.
I scribble my name across the screen, and he gives me a thanks before he passes over the box and goes back to his delivery truck. I close the door and turn around to face Mae.
“I tried to tell you,” she says as she does her best to appear calm and relaxed. “I ordered some stuff, and I didn’t want to miss it.”
“Why did it require a signature?” I hold up the box in front of me and give it a gentle shake. Something inside thuds around, and Mae’s eyes widen.
“I don’t know.” She plays with the edge of her dress that Dad got her a couple of years ago. She’s outgrown it but refuses to stop wearing it.
“Really? Because it has your name on it.” I look at the return address. “Sweet kitty? We don’t have a cat.”
Mae’s face goes bright red before she looks down at the floor. “Can I please have my package?”
I don’t understand why she’s so embarrassed about a package or why she would buy something for a pet we don’t have. The only kind of pussy we have in this house is hers and…. Oh shit.
Without another word, I rip into the box, and my suspicions are confirmed. There’s a brand new pretty pink vibrator shaped like a little kitty cat. There’s even a tiny hole for clit sucking.
“Hunter,” she whispers, but in the quiet of the room, she might as well be shouting. “Please don’t tell Daddy.”