Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
There’s nightgowns and more stuffed animals. Frogs and bats, which he says are my favorites. There’s strawberries and cream shampoo by some fancy organic company which he also says is my favorite.
“This one next.” He grabs a lavender bag with lime green tissue paper. It’s smaller than the other bags but from the glint in Jack’s eyes, I can tell it’s special.
“This is too much, Daddy.” I hold the bag in my lap, a sudden guilt washing coolness over me.
“There’s no such thing, baby. Just open it. Daddy loves giving you gifts. Probably more than you even like getting them. So be a good girl and make Daddy happy. That’s one of your most important jobs, lil’ mint. Making me happy, you know that, right?”
Somehow, I do, and I should be fighting him tooth and nail and shoving my feminist card in his face but I’m not. Being doted on and taken care of and spoiled feels good down into my core. There may be a price tag attached to all of this later but for right now, my payments are deferred.
Inside the lavender bag, there’s two small boxes with a ribbon tying them together. One is bigger and I slip it away, tearing at the silver wrapping paper then gasping at the sparkling green phone case with the word ‘Babygirl’ encrusted in what looks like real gemstones across the back.
I fumble and flip it over, the newest iPhone shining back at me as Jack reaches over and presses his thumb to the bottom of the screen, lighting it up, and I burst out laughing as the image of his stern face pops up.
“I’m always watching.” He growls against my ear, running his hand up the flesh of my thigh, making me whimper and shudder. I want to throw myself against him and get some relief from the titanic pressure building in my core. “I’ll always be with you from now on. If you fall in a pool, this phone…” He taps the screen a few more times, “has an alarm. I had extra security features installed, things most people don’t know about, but for you, I’m not taking any chances.”
“Thank you,” I mumble, forcing a smile as he furrows his brow.
“What’s wrong?”
I shrug my shoulder, trying not to seem ungrateful. “That all seems like it’s for you. Does it have games? Can I put fox ears on my pictures? Can we take selfies that make us look like bulldogs? Does it have a reading app?”
Jack’s low chuckle and the little pinch he delivers to my soft inner thigh make me yelp and jump. “All of that, yes. I had them put in a special game package and all the filters a little girl would want. You are a little girl sometimes, aren’t you, baby?”
His eyes darken and I’m frozen in his piercing gaze. This is more than some sexy game we’re playing and that’s what makes it so potent. It feels real. There’s a part of me that looks to him like an authority figure, a man between me and the rest of the world. It’s so intoxicating, it’s almost as though we are living in a secret universe that no one else will ever know or see and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
I nod as he releases the pinch, slipping his fingers higher, my blood pumping hot through my thundering heart as he drapes his other arm over my shoulders, tugging me into that perfect spot against the side of his chest, making me feel small and overpowered by not only his size but his sheer entitlement to do what he wants with me.
“Open the little one. Then, we’ll take a break.” A tidal wave of desire courses through me as he makes contact with the slip of fabric between my legs. I yield to the mini convulsion, listening to his breathing, feeling the warmth on my neck.
I’m hyper aware of everything. The bolts of pleasure driving through me as his fingers stroke through my panties. The hitch of his breath. The way he’s pulling me tighter and tighter against him, his fingertips pressing into the flesh on my shoulder.
My hands shake as I fumble with the other little box, the music on the surround sound seems to get louder, the same as the way my heart is thundering in my ears.
“Open it, my lil’ mint.” His touch and his words are hauntingly possessive. Soft and sweet but dangerous and dominant.
My clit has developed its own heartbeat as well, and Jack’s fingers are focusing more and more on that sensitive spot as he plays on the outside of my panties.
I rip away the paper, revealing a small pink leather box and hold my breath, the entire simple moment becoming so intense, I’m getting dizzy and think I might pass out.