Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“I need it. Please.”
“Like I said, baby girl. Whatever you need, I want to give you. I might get hard, though. I don’t want you to think that means I expect anything. But I might ask you to stop at some stage so I can calm down. Or I could go take care of myself first then I won’t likely get hard for a while.” He couldn’t guarantee it, though. Her mouth around his dick . . . yeah, he could see himself getting hard quickly no matter how much jacking off he did first.
“No, I don’t mind. Please don’t leave.”
“I won’t, Little girl. I just wanted you to know that it’s just a reaction not an expectation.”
She nodded and moved down his body, placing a couple of kisses on his abs. Fuck. This was going to be so hard.
But he’d do it. For her.
“You won’t put your hand on my head and try to choke me, right?”
His eyes widened and he gaped down at her. “What? No. Fuck. Is that what he did?”
“Sometimes,” she whispered. “I didn’t like it.”
“Baby, no. Fuck, no. I won’t do that. I won’t touch you at all. I’ll keep my hands behind my head. Unless . . .” This was an idea he’d been toying with but hadn’t felt she was ready yet.
“Unless what? If you aren’t comfortable doing this, I understand.”
“No, baby. It’s not that. I just . . . I have some handcuffs.”
“Handcuffs?” She sat up and looked down at him. Poor baby. She was a bit of a mess. Reaching over, he grabbed a tissue. Sitting, he grasped hold of her chin so he could clean her up.
“Blow,” he ordered, placing the tissue under her nose.
“Sorry,” she said after he finished wiping her nose. “I probably look all gross.”
“Little girl, if you hadn’t just had a nightmare, I’d be smacking your ass right now. You are not to call yourself gross, understand me?”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
He grunted. “You’re going to write fifty lines tomorrow. Each line will say, ‘I will not call myself names.’ Understand me?”
“Daddy, that’s so mean.”
“We can start now.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m good, Daddy.”
He grunted. “The handcuffs are in the top drawer. You could cuff me to the headboard. Then you’ll know for sure that I won’t touch you.”
“I . . .” She licked her lips, looking unsure. “I don’t know.”
“Just do whatever makes you feel comfortable, baby girl.”
“I don’t want to cuff you. But I want you to promise not to touch me.”
“I won’t touch you. I swear.”
“I trust you.”
Damn. She floored him. Every day. How she could trust him so much . . . it blew his mind.
“All right, my baby.” He lay down and put his hands under his head. “Have your way with me.”
Okay, she’d felt far braver before. Now, she felt unsure and concerned. Not because she thought Hack would break his word. She was certain that he wouldn’t.
But because she had no real clue of what she was doing. However, she moved her mouth down his stomach. Pausing at his boxers, she looked up at him.
He drew over another pillow to prop his head up. “I’m all yours, baby girl. Every day. All day. In all ways. Go for it.”
She slid his boxers down inch by inch, revealing his thick cock. He was half-erect, and she had to take a moment to breathe and remind herself that this was Hack.
He wouldn’t hurt her.
She was in charge.
Which was a gift beyond words. Because she knew how much he craved control. Yet he was giving her this because he wanted her to have everything she needed.
He was putting her first.
She took his boxers off.
“Good job, you’re doing so well.”
She blinked back tears, sniffling.
“What is it? What’s wrong? Why are you upset? Is it too much? We can stop.”
“No, no,” she said with a smile. “It’s just that you’re so amazing and I’m so lucky.”
He smiled up at her. “I am, aren’t I?”
She giggled at his smug words, her tears disappearing. “You’re funny too.”
“Hey, I was being serious. Rude.” He winked at her.
She lay back on her side, next to him, running a finger along his dick. It twitched, and she snatched her hand back.
Jesus.
Way to overreact.
Forcing herself to be brave, she leaned in and took the head into her mouth, sucking on it.
A small moan escaped him and she stilled. “Are you all right?”
“Heck, yes, baby. Sorry. It just feels good. I’ll try to keep quiet.”
“You, uh, you don’t have to do that. I kind of like knowing that I can . . . that I can give you pleasure. Just tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I will.”
She took more of him into her mouth and laid her head on his lower stomach, sucking more gently this time. She didn’t take any more of him into her mouth, but she did wrap her hand lightly around the base of him.