Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Autumn was pacing back and forth across the living room floor when she heard them return. She froze, staring in shock as the Fox carried a bound and gagged Brody into the room.
“What . . . Daddy, what is going on?”
Worry filled her, but she pushed it down. This was the Fox. He would never hurt Brody. Or her.
“Why aren’t you sitting on the sofa, watching one of your movies?” the Fox demanded.
“Because I was worried and I couldn’t concentrate. Daddy . . . what have you done?” she whispered.
“What was necessary. Come, we’re going to the playroom.”
He heaved Brody further up his shoulder.
“Daddy, I don’t think it’s a good idea to carry Brody down the stairs.”
“Why not?”
“You might drop him.”
“I haven’t dropped a body since I was younger than Ink’s twins.”
Holy. Heck.
Okay . . . she guessed he knew what he was doing. But . . .
“Brody isn’t a body, though, Daddy. He’s a person. That we care about.”
The Fox turned and studied her for a moment. “You really think I would drop him? Hurt him?”
Autumn sighed and shook her head. “I know you wouldn’t, Daddy. Sorry.”
Brody made a muffled noise, and she winced, thinking about how uncomfortable he must be.
The Fox smacked his hand down on Brody’s ass. “That’s enough out of you.” Turning, he moved down the stairs to the playroom. She had to hold onto the rail as her heart was racing with nerves.
And a bit of anticipation.
But . . . perhaps she should leave the two of them to it. Maybe she should go to bed. She stood in the doorway and watched as the Fox slid Brody off his shoulder and onto his feet. Brody swayed for a moment and the Fox grabbed him, steadying him. He quickly undid the rope at his ankles and then the cuffs at his wrists, before he drew the gag out of his mouth.
She noticed Brody had a stain on his T-shirt, which said: And yet, despite the look on my face, you’re still talking.
“Right, strip off, Pup,” the Fox said. “Then into the corner with you. Ass out, hands on the back of your head.”
Brody nodded jerkily, stripping down and moving into the corner. She stared from him to the Fox, nervously shifting from foot to foot. Her thumb slid into her mouth as she tried to soothe herself. The Fox pulled a chair into the middle of the room. Then he grabbed a Naughty Pup paddle, a big anal plug and some lube, placing them on a small table by the chair.
He sat, but instead of calling Brody over, he turned to her.
“Come here, baby girl,” the Fox said gently.
She didn’t need any more encouragement. Rushing toward him, she moved between his open legs. He drew her thumb from her mouth before setting her on his lap.
“What’s the matter, Bunny?” he asked.
“Why did you tie Brody-bear up, Daddy?”
“Because I kidnapped him.”
She gasped. “Daddy, it’s not very nice to kidnap people.” She bit at her lip. “Not nice at all.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Sometimes it’s necessary.”
“But . . . but Brody-bear is a good boy.”
“Of course he is. But he was being a bit naughty and now he needs to learn a lesson.”
“Are you going to spank him?” she asked.
“I sure am.”
“And put a naughty stick up his bottom?”
Brody groaned.
“Oh yes. I’m definitely going to do that.”
She nodded. “He probably does deserve that.”
“Yes, he does. So why are you looking worried?” the Fox asked in a surprisingly soft voice.
“I just . . . I’m worried about why Brody-bear was working so much.” Why had he been distancing himself? She didn’t know what she’d do without the two of them. Autumn rubbed at her chest. She hadn’t had a panic attack in a long time.
Why was it happening now?
“Easy, baby girl. Just breathe in. Nice and slow. That’s it. Follow my breaths.” The Fox grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest.
“Does she need a paper bag? I can get one of my paper bags,” Brody called out worriedly.
“Yes! Paper bag! We need a doctor! Why don’t I have a doctor? I should kidnap Hack and lock him in the basement.”
“No doctor,” she said, patting his chest. “No bag. I’m all right.”
“Are you sure? What happened?” the Fox asked.
“I’m all right. I promise. I just got a bit, uh, upset.”
“You were starting to have a panic attack,” Brody said.
She stared up into Brody’s worried face. “I’m all good, Brody-bear.”
“You’re not.” He shook his head. “Is this because of me?”
“What? No!”
“Autumn,” he said sternly. “Don’t lie to me.”
Whoa. She didn’t think Brody could be that stern.
“I haven’t been working so much because of you. I promise. I love you. I’m so sorry you felt that way.”
“Oh no, I was being silly.” She felt like an idiot now. “It’s okay.”