Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“More than I’ve ever been.” I rooted my nose around in his armpit. I loved the way he smelled. “Will we meet them? Your mom and sister?”
“I’d like to make that happen. Soon, in fact.”
I smiled. “I want it too. Ian will be difficult.”
David gave me a soft laugh. “Yes, he will be. As much as we adore him, I’d like to talk about you right now. I’d like to intensify our play.”
I pushed up onto my elbows. “Umm, yes, please. Sign me up.”
Another laugh. “I know I tell you when you can come when we’re together, but how do you feel about me controlling your orgasms all the time? Or even playing with cock cages?”
My dick began to stir. How in the fuck I wanted to get off on the idea of him telling me when I could get off, or that I couldn’t get off or even stroke myself, I had no clue, but it totally worked for me. “I’ve never done it, but I’d be interested in trying.”
“Then we will. Plugs and other toys are a go for you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“So if I left you with a fuck machine drilling your hole while Ian and I watched, you would approve?”
“Oh Jesus,” I gritted out, only then realizing I was rubbing off on his thigh. “Yes. That’s a yes, Daddy, and sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just don’t come unless I say you can.”
Hell yes. I rolled my hips so I was practically humping his leg. “What else?”
“Hmm…let’s see. Eventually I’d like you to be able to take both my and Ian’s cocks together. Aidan and I had lunch the other day, and we have a few ideas up our sleeves. I told him how much my kitten loves to be watched, and we both know Finley does too.”
My cock was aching, not getting enough from the friction on his thigh. “Please, Daddy,” I begged for some kind of relief.
“I’d like to tie you and Ian to the bed, flog or crop you both until you’re crying, then use you, one after the other, like your only purpose in life is to be there for my pleasure, my two little holes waiting for me to use them.”
My hips bucked faster. I was going to come, I knew it. My nails bit into his hip, but Daddy didn’t seem to mind.
“I’m still deciding what else… Tonight, though…tonight, you’ll serve me with your…what is it you call him? Babycakes? Bundt cake? Snookums?”
A scream threatened to pull out of my throat, one that told him I didn’t give a shit about any name right then. I just wanted to blow my load and then eat it all up like a good boy did. “Daddy…”
“When you’re both going out of your minds, we’ll make Ian ours. We’ll fuck him the way we fuck you…both of you only taking what I allow.”
My whole body was shaking so hard, I thought I might die. They were only words. I didn’t understand how David could make me so wild just by speaking to me, but he could. “Can I come now? Please, please, Daddy, let me come.”
“Stop,” David ordered, and I froze. As hard as it was, I wanted to be a good boy for him and do what he said. “No more humping. No coming. You have to wait until later. Oh, and I meant to ask, have you ever considered being a pastry chef?”
“Excuse me?” Was he for real? Still, I didn’t rub off against him anymore. I lay there and looked at him.
“I think you heard me, kitten.”
“Um…no? Baking is just something I do for fun. I couldn’t have a career in it.” Though now that I’d said it, I didn’t know why I couldn’t, or why I hadn’t thought of it before.
“You couldn’t?” David asked in this way that said he knew, in fact, that I could. “Just something to think about. I know the plan is to be a nurse, and I think that’s wonderful. I’ll support you no matter what you do, but remember, this is a big decision. It’s your life, and I want you to be happy. I know getting a degree is important to both you and your grandmother, but you would still be finishing school, and it would be a career you’d enjoy, I think.”
It would, actually, and the idea of it…the idea of it made a whole lot of sense. It also ignited a spark of excitement about my future in a way I’d never felt before. “I’ll…I’ll think about it.” I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
“Good boy.”
And inside, I felt like exactly that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
David
“Let’s get in the pool,” I told Jordan.
“I really can’t come?” He fluttered his eyelashes and gave me a pouty look I was sure often got him his way. It wasn’t going to work with me—not right then, at least.