Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“Oh no, you don’t get to play one of us against the other,” Alexei told her sternly, turning her face back to his with a frown. “That’s very naughty.”
“Very.” Salem was frowning too and suddenly she felt terrible.
There were actual tears threatening when she’d thought she’d long since had the tears beaten out of her.
“Sorry.” She hunched in on herself. Guilt filled her.
So naughty.
She waited for their angry words. Maybe even for them to get physical with her.
“Tamsyn?” Salem asked.
“Bunny, what’s wrong?” Alexei demanded. “Is she having another panic attack?”
“Hey, look at me, darling girl,” Roman said. “Look at me.”
She couldn’t resist the soft demand in his voice as he turned her head toward him. “No one is mad at you.”
“Are you sure?” she whispered. “It seems like they are. And they probably should be. That was naughty of me.”
Shit.
Was her Little slipping out already? That shouldn’t be happening, right? She normally had better control over herself.
It seemed like these guys had managed to fire right through her walls, wearing them ultra-thin.
“Being naughty doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, does it?” Roman asked her. His voice was calm but firm. “Everyone has naughty moments, everyone makes mistakes. You don’t need to beat yourself up about it. All right?”
“Not when that’s our job,” Alexei told her.
She stiffened. Beat her?
“Alexei,” Salem said sharply. “No one is beating you, Little one.”
“Aw, shit. No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Alexei told her. That was probably the closest he came to apologizing. “I meant beating your ass.”
“I don’t believe saying it like that is really any better,” Roman said, sounding exasperated.
To her surprise, a giggle escaped her.
“What are you laughing at? Huh? What do you think is funny?” Alexei reached for her, his fingers going under her arms.
She tensed at first, ready to rip his fingers off if he touched her wrong, unsure what he was doing.
This is Alexei.
He will not harm you.
So why was he brushing his fingers against her neck and sides? Was this some sort of torture?
He’s not harming you.
Then she realized he was tickling her.
More giggles escaped. She couldn’t stop them.
Holy heck.
She’d never been tickled before.
And it was definitely torture!
“Stop! Stop it!”
“Tell me why you are laughing,” he demanded.
“Because of you!”
“Laughing at me, you cheeky bunny. That’s a reason to spank you right there.”
“I think you just like to spank me,” she challenged.
“You’re right. I do. But there is a difference between spankings for punishment and spankings for fun.”
She squirmed on his lap.
“Spanking for laughing at me would be for fun. A spanking for climbing up on an unsafe table with socks on would be about making sure that doesn’t happen again,” Alexei told her.
“It’s good to have clear boundaries and expectations,” Salem said, brushing hair off her face. “It’s not just about spankings.”
“It isn’t?” Alexei asked.
“I think for Alexei it is,” she told Salem.
“I’m beginning to see that.”
“He does seem to have an obsession with your bottom,” Roman said as he sat on the other side of Alexei, his phone in his hand. “I wonder if there’s some sort of therapy for that.”
“I do not need therapy.” Alexei grabbed Roman’s phone and threw it.
“Hey! Be careful! That’s an expensive phone.”
“Everything in this house is expensive,” Alexei countered.
“And it’s not just about you, either. But us, too. As you can tell Alexei can be impulsive. Roman can overthink things. And I—”
“Will talk things to death,” Alexei interrupted. “Blah, blah, blah. Let’s just spank her and then kiss it better.”
“Definitely an obsession,” Roman muttered.
“It’s good for us to know your boundaries and be able to communicate ours. For instance, I have no problem with group sex if that’s something you’d want in the future, but I don’t want anyone touching my cock except you.”
That last part was so unexpected coming from Salem that she just gaped at him.
“What about your ass?” Alexei asked.
“Or my ass,” Salem replied calmly, but he glared at the big guy.
And she felt the urge to giggle again.
“I’m with Salem. Even though I love these two, I don’t want to be touched by anyone but you,” Roman said.
She could hear a slight hint of tension, maybe even of anxiety, in his voice and knew that was hard for him to say.
Reaching over, she grasped his hand gently. She didn’t want to touch him if he wasn’t in the mood. But he grasped hold of her hand tight, surprising her.
“No one will touch you in any way you don’t want,” Alexei said fiercely to Roman.
“Things might happen accidentally if we’re together, but Alexei and I will do our best and if you aren’t comfortable being part of a group scene, that’s fine too.”
She loved the way they took care of Roman’s needs without making him feel less for it. A lot of people might look down on him or be condescending. They might not think he could be a real man or Dom for the way he was.