Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I felt everything changing.
I loved having that oversized plush bear on the covers next to me, watching over me that night. And I loved when Jesse kissed my forehead and snuck out of the room when he thought I was asleep. There was a flutter in my stomach and a small throbbing between my legs as he rubbed my back and leaned down to murmur right into my ear.
“Sweet dreams, Kitty Kat."
I drifted off to sleep, content and happy for the first time in so long, and when I woke to the sun high in the sky, it was to the sight of my pseudo step-brother, sitting spread legged, hands across his rock-hard abs, fingers woven together, watching me sleep.
"How long have you been there?" I asked, frowning, then realized my head didn't hurt anymore. And I didn't crave anything, except this Adonis of a man that had been the center of every budding sexual desire I’d ever had.
That wasn’t all. I wanted to crawl inside him. Feel that hard protective layer that is Jesse between me and the world forever. I longed to hear his voice sounding out in praise when I achieved things. Or low and clear when he explained some rules or boundaries to me and how he intended to keep me safe, even when I fought against him.
I wanted a champion. And I wanted it to be Jesse.
"I could watch you sleep for the rest of my life, and die a happy man," he said with such painful clarity that it felt like a confession.
I paused, wondering what to say in response. But Jesse didn't seem to require anything. “So... Um, what’s up?” I asked in an awkward burst as I glanced around the room, pretending I wasn’t about to grab the closest pillow and dry hump it to release this tangled knot of tension in my lower forty.
I stretched with false nonchalance, pausing for a moment as my tits swelled beneath the taut fabric of my pajama top. But then the thought occurred to me that he must have seen everything already.
Between the spanking, being brought here, being bathed and dressed by him, I doubted I had much left to hide, but still...it felt like I should.
Afternoon winter sun cut across Jesse’s angled face as his eyes devoured me from the chair. There was still a dreamlike quality to it all, but a new me was waking up and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be awake.
Not that I remembered being given much choice in that matter, but the truth was I didn't want any. It was nice not to have to think about my own choices for once.
“Looks like you are. Up, I mean," he said, and I smirked at the attempt at humor. It wasn't like him. "Finally,” he added with a wink that had intensifying heat blooming on my cheeks and wetness seeping from my center.
He shifted with a grimace and an uncomfortable grunt as his knee clicked. His legs spread wider, and I caught a glimpse of the hard, flat muscles of his stomach flexing under the ever present perfect white t-shirt.
The flutter in my belly quickly moved lower, and I sighed before I could catch myself. “Um, yep, I guess I am.”
I wasn’t quite ready for the world yet, so I gave another big stretch and turned onto my side, my hands snaking around the huge teddy bear and pulling it close, fully aware the movement was thrusting my ass toward Jesse.
I buried my face in the soft fur of the plush animal and wiggled, feeling a wondrous sense of contentment for the first time in years.
I listened to the deepening of Jesse’s breathing, as his masculine scent and quiet dominance wrapped around me like a shameful hug.
“Jesse?” I whispered into the fur of the stuffed animal, keeping my eyes closed.
“What is it, baby?” I could feel his eyes on me and my insides clenched, my toes curling and uncurling under the blankets.
“You know girls my age... Well, we don’t wear this kind of stuff. I know you still think of me as your little sister, but you do know I’m grown up, right?”
“Are you?"
I opened my mouth to give some sarcastic bullshit reply, then hesitated. "I'm twenty-three..."
"You’re all grown up, huh? Well, from where I'm sitting it doesn't seem that way, little girl. From what I see, you are still in need of a strong hand to guide you. You certainly haven’t done all that great on your own the last few years.”
I jerked my head around and narrowed my eyes. “Seriously?"
He shrugged. "The truth can be painful, but you need to hear it. There's only one way forward, and that's my way."
"What the fuck, Jesse? Thanks for helping me out of a tight place, but--”