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)
Right?
Heck, she didn’t know. She kind of wanted to know what it felt like. And at the same time, it would take a lot of trust for her to make herself that vulnerable.
But if not with Hack . . . then who? There was no one she felt safer with other than Aidan. And she wasn’t going to let him spank her.
Her brain felt fucked up. How could she be curious about being spanked? Yet the idea of sex scared her?
“What are you thinking about, Ladybug?”
“Just . . . just things.” She cringed. That was lame.
“Were you thinking about me spinning you around to face the mirror? About me ordering you to put your hands on the mirror and sticking your ass out for a spanking? Would you be able to keep yourself quiet?”
She was thinking no.
“Try these on, no arguments.”
That rat!
He grinned down at her. “If it helps just think of me as your fairy godmother. Hmm, wait that doesn’t work. Your magic genie?”
“A magic genie gives wishes.”
“True. If you like, I could get my wand and we could pretend that I’m making all your clothing wishes come true.”
She shook her head, but she couldn’t help but grin. He was insane. One minute, he was so bossy. The next, he was making her laugh.
“Out!” She pointed toward the door.
“Sure you don’t need any help?”
“I do not.”
“Shame,” he muttered.
Had he really said that or had she imagined it?
An hour later, she was the owner of a bright red jacket with bows at the wrists and big oversized buttons. It was by far the nicest thing she’d ever owned. She’d wanted to go for the black, plain one but Hack had overruled her.
No surprises there.
She was wearing it now, as well as her new tan boots. They had fluff on the inside and the soles were solid and thick. Her feet wouldn’t be getting wet and cold in these.
Hack was also carrying a few shopping bags with new jeans, two warm sweaters, and that cute daisy T-shirt.
She’d barely even put up an argument when he’d bought it all.
He was turning her mind to mush.
But still . . . wearing these boots and the new jacket, she felt like a million bucks. They passed a toy store on their way out of the mall. She could feel her feet slowing as she took in all the bright toys.
They’d never had much growing up. But they’d always made do. However, there had always been something she’d wanted . . . more than anything else.
A Care Bear.
She’d thought Santa might bring her one. But after their dad died, Aidan had explained to her that Santa Claus wasn’t real. Her heart had been broken, but she understood why he’d told her.
So she wouldn’t wonder why they never got gifts when other kids did. So she wouldn’t think she’d been too naughty for Santa to visit.
No, it was better that she’d known.
But she still wanted that darn Care Bear. She could probably buy one for herself. However, she could never justify it.
Reaching into her handbag, she grabbed hold of Wally, rubbing her hand over him.
She didn’t need anything but him.
“Ladybug? Is there something in there you like the look of? Do you want to go in?” Hack asked.
“No!”
Shoot. She hadn’t meant to snap like that. She pressed her face to the side of his arm in apology.
“Sorry. I don’t want to go inside. There’s nothing I need.”
He turned so he faced her, placing his finger under her chin so she had no choice but to look up at him.
“Need? No. But want . . .”
She shook her head. “No.” There was no way she was letting him buy her anything more. It didn’t feel right. Like she didn’t deserve the Care Bear. She hadn’t done anything to earn it. She hadn’t been a good Little.
She wasn’t his Little.
“I want to go now.”
Hack stared down at her worriedly. “Greer . . .”
“Please, Hack. It was just . . . memories, you know? It’s hard to return home, and I can only handle one thing at a time.”
“All right, baby. Let’s get you home.” They walked out of the mall, over to where they were both parked. He opened the truck and put the bags in the back while she took off her coat. Then he opened the driver’s side of the truck and lifted her in. Grabbing the seatbelt, he drew it over her.
“Listen up, I have a few rules for the drive home.”
“You like rules, don’t you?”
“Yep.”
She sighed. “Rules, schmules.”
“No, not rules schmules.”
“Aren’t they made to be broken?”
“Not unless you want to be punished.”
Surely there wasn’t anything else he could buy her.
“I’ll take the lead driving home, you follow me. Understand?”
“But you drive so slowly,” she complained.
“I stick to the speed limit.”
“Yeah, like I said, you drive way too slowly.”