Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“You were…and do you remember what my good boy was going to get?” The teasing question had his head jerking against me. “What was it? What did I promise you?”
Stirling made a cute squeak and shivered again, but he was too turned on to be too embarrassed. “Kisses and an orgasm.”
Chuckling, I nodded and gave the center of his ass a pat. “And where was I going to give you kisses so you could have an orgasm?”
Oh, the sounds he made.
But he was still floating on the high of the scene, so the words came more easily than normal. “My bottom.”
“That’s right.” Barely caressing over the thong, I loved the way he clenched around my finger as I skimmed over his hole. “Are you ready for your reward?”
Nodding came easy but words were harder.
Eventually, he worked through the block and forced them out, though. “Yes, Sir. Please give me my reward kisses.”
Sweet and sexy and the love of my life.
“I would love to give you your reward kisses.” And I was going to love hearing the sounds he made when he came too.
Chapter 2
Stirling
I’d been so good.
I’d been cheeky and funny…and everyone thought I was cute.
Now I was going to get rewards because being a brat was exhausting.
“I…I need my orgasm but I might need a nap.” I was supposed to tell Rhett when I needed something and those seemed to be my big needs at the moment. “I don’t know how brats do it all the time.”
Rhett chuckled, kissing my head. “I think it’s less tiring when it comes naturally to them. Conner seems to get energy from it.”
Very true.
“I had fun but doing that all the time would wear me out.” Nuzzling against him, I sighed when he started rubbing my bottom again. “I was…I did a good job, though.”
“You were very brave and you looked so sexy.” Rhett’s fingers teased down the center of my ass. “But I have to admit, you made me think too hard. Being the Dom to an all the time brat would be exhausting too.”
Giggling, I pressed my face against his side. “You looked like it was so easy.”
“No.” Letting out a deep breath, he started playing with the back of my thong again. “I had to keep paying attention to what you were saying and rolling my eyes. It was a lot of work.”
I tried not to laugh but it was hard. “You always pay attention to me.”
Sometimes too much.
He always knew when I was naughty or when I hadn’t said nice things to myself…he even knew when I hadn’t eaten vegetables.
Rhett was trying to sound bored but it wasn’t working. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was so much work. You kept making sexy, smart-ass remarks and I had to sigh and frown.”
And glare.
“You looked very sexy when you were frowning at me.” I wouldn’t have been able to say that a year ago, but I could now and his squeeze said he was proud of me. “And the other littles liked it too. They loved it when Santa got stern with his naughty elf.”
Me.
I’d been naughty.
Rhett laughed. “They kept egging you on, so I’m glad you don’t want to do it all the time. I had to think too much.”
He’d been fast with his comebacks and frowns, though.
“Conner was very proud of us. We were the best Santa and elf the club has ever had.” Rhett’s pleased chuckle was wicked and filled with pride. He liked being the best. “And you’re not the type to boast, so I wanted to make sure you knew how wonderful we were.”
Snickering, Rhett nodded. “Yes, I’m so modest. Thank you.”
He was silly and confident and sexy…but not modest.
“I’m going to have to give you a reward for being such a good Santa.” He was a very sexy Santa in the tight T-shirt and leather-looking pants that Conner had picked out. It wasn’t totally Santa accurate, but with the red jacket and big black leather boots it was paired with, he looked amazing.
I was totally Team Sexy Santa now.
The littles were just going to have to accept they’d lost that argument.
“No. No. No. You’re not going to distract me. It’s your turn to be rewarded because you were amazing. Brave and sexy and confident and a wonderful brat. That means you get rewarded.” He sighed when I stayed quiet. “You didn’t realize you were doing it, did you?”
“No, but you take good care of me and you noticed.” I wasn’t as bad about it as I used to be. Dr. Miles said it was okay to accept praise and it was even more okay to like being praised. “You’re right. I was amazing, and because I was so good, I get rewarded. That’s the deal and the way we set up the scene.”