Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
“Maybe all at once. Perhaps they’d take you together and I’d sit in the corner and direct. I wouldn’t let them get you off as they took their pleasure. And then when they were finished, you’d come sit on my lap and beg me to let you come.”
That . . . that wasn’t what she wanted.
Nope. Sounded terrible.
Liar.
“You like that, my baby girl, don’t you? You like the idea of the four of us owning this body. Don’t worry, we’d take very good care of you. Better care than you do of yourself.”
Probably not hard.
She wasn’t exactly winning any prizes for self-care.
“Well?” he asked, moving his fingers again. He brushed them over her G-spot.
Holy. Shit.
She curled her toes as her head went back on a low cry.
“Uh-uh, quiet. Or I’ll need to find something for your mouth to do,” he warned.
Oh, she liked the idea of going down onto her knees so she could suck him into her mouth.
Yep, she liked that too much.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, you can have control over my body. When we’re like this. Together. Alone. But not . . . not in front of others. I have . . . I can’t do that.”
“I’ll accept that. For now.”
That wasn’t ominous sounding or anything.
“Safeword?” he asked.
“I need one?”
He shrugged. “You don’t need to. Beck will get upset if you don’t, though.”
And that’s the only reason he cared? Maybe it was . . .
“I don’t know.” She was slightly concerned about why she might need to use one.
“We’ll use red.”
She nodded. “All right.”
“Good girl. You can call me Sir.” He paused for a moment. “Or Daddy Owen.”
“So, you are a Daddy Dom?” she asked. She hadn’t been sure and neither had Hux. Not completely, anyway.
He shrugged. “Yeah, although I’ve never been anyone’s Daddy before. But I like the idea of being your Daddy.”
Yeah. She liked it too.
He licked along her pussy.
“Hand over your mouth. You can come whenever you like. This is going to be hard and fast because you should already be in bed.”
Was he going to join her?
Yeah, she wasn’t brave enough to ask that.
He wasn’t wrong when he said it would be hard and fast. The man sure knew what he was doing as he thrust his fingers inside her, his tongue working her clit expertly.
Then he drew his fingers from her pussy, and she moaned in disappointment, trying to smother the sound. But he replaced them with the fingers of his other hand.
And he slid the fingers that had been deep in her pussy over the puckered entrance of her ass.
Holy. Shit.
Was he going to put them inside her? She didn’t know what he’d intended to do because the next moment, she was coming. The orgasm rushed through her, stealing her breath. She pressed her hand against her mouth, the palm stinging at the pressure as she screamed.
As she came back down, Owen stood. She watched with wide eyes as he licked his lips. “Fucking delicious.”
Lord. Had there ever been anything so hot? She wasn’t sure if there had been.
Then he tugged her hand from her mouth and leaned in. He was going to kiss her. Then he paused, his gaze narrowing. “Why is there blood on your mouth?”
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Owen took hold of the hand she’d been holding over her mouth, looking down at it with a frown.
Some of the scrapes had reopened. Shit. She must have placed too much pressure on them. Why weren’t they bandaged? He’d have thought that Obian would have done that, at least.
“Owen, we’re going to run out of hot water.”
“Screw the hot water. Why didn’t Obian bandage these if they were bleeding again?”
“They weren’t bleeding before.”
“I don’t like that you didn’t tell him about your other scrapes and bruises,” he told her. “But what I really don’t like is that you seem to think it’s okay to be in pain. To be hurt. It’s not. This is my body now. And you will tell me about every ache and pain, understand me?”
She sucked in a breath, staring at him. Then she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
His insides hummed. But it wasn’t exactly what he wanted her to call him.
Leaning in, he lightly kissed the scratches on one palm, making her gasp. Then the other palm.
“What do you call me?”
“Daddy Owen.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s get you in the shower.” Standing back, he started stripping.
He liked the way that she watched him, as though she wanted to devour him. He needed to get her cleaned up and into bed.
As he stripped off his boxers, she let out a small noise. He grabbed his firm dick, running his hand up and down the shaft. “Like what you see, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “Can I help with that?”
“My dick? What do you want to do? Jack me off? Suck on me until I come in your mouth, then swallow every drop? You’d swallow for me, wouldn’t you, my good girl?”