Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Thought you’d know me by now. I don’t say stuff to make people feel better. I know what I want and I go after it. And I want you. Now, I have you. You’re sweet, adorable, and sassy. Amazing. You’re also gorgeous, loyal, and smart. All fucking good. And the fact that you’re a Little. Icing on the fucking cake, baby.”
Icing on the cake?
“You knew already?”
“Yeah.” He said it without apology. As though he hadn’t just rocked her world.
She wiped at her eyes and he moved, reaching up to grab a box of tissues. But when she reached out a hand to take some, he drew the box away.
“Come here, baby.”
She shook her head. She wasn’t ready for that yet.
“Baby, come here.”
She shook her head.
A stern look filled his face. He patted his thigh. “Here. Now.”
Okay, she figured she was going there. She slid out of her hiding spot and climbed into his lap.
“Baby, when you’re told to come. You come.”
She gaped up at him. Was he for real? “What?”
“You heard me. If I have to keep repeating myself, your ass is getting turned red.”
Holy. Heck.
He drew out a tissue and started to gently wipe her face. Then he pressed a kiss to her temple.
Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to go to him when he asked. Well, not that he asked.
He then drew his phone from his pocket and sent a text. “Letting Grady know where you are.”
Oh. Oops.
“Effie, I’m a Daddy Dom.”
Right. She got that now.
“You’re a Little.”
She nodded.
“Going to want some verbal answers, Spitfire.”
“Um, yes. I am.”
“Have you ever had a Daddy Dom?” he asked.
“Urgh, sort of?”
“How do you sort of have one?” he asked.
“Well, uh, I’ve never had a boyfriend who was a Daddy Dom. Not that I’m saying you’re my boyfriend, we didn’t talk about labels. Oh, shit.”
His chest was moving and she glanced up at him suspiciously. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Baby, we don’t have to talk about labels, because I don’t care about that shit. Call me what you like to your friends. You’re mine. I’m yours. You’re Grady’s. He’s yours. Got me?”
“I think I’ve got you.”
“You need any more clarification on something?”
“Just the whole, uh, Daddy Dom stuff, I guess.”
“Right. I’m a Daddy Dom. Have been for a long time, but after my sister died, I just didn’t feel it anymore. Or I didn’t want to get involved with Littles. I had sex. I dominated the women I had sex with if they were good with that. But that’s all it was. I didn’t want a girlfriend. I didn’t want a Little.”
“And now?” she whispered.
“And now, there’s you. My sweet, sassy, sexy Effie. All I see is you. You’re who I think about when I go to sleep and when I wake up with morning wood, you’re who I think about as I jack off.”
“Steele!” She gaped up at him. “I don’t think you should tell me things like that when you’re my boss.”
He let out a bark of laughter. “Think we’re past worrying about proper boss-employee behavior, don’t you?”
Considering she was sitting on his lap after he’d just wiped her nose, yeah, maybe.
“Grady?”
“That’s for you and him to talk about. Grady is definitely a Dom. He’s played at clubs. But he’s never had a Little to take care of before.”
“Oh.” So she could only be Little with Steele?
“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to look after you when you’re Little. Might just mean you have to be a bit more patient with him. I’m the easy one.”
Haha. Good one.
“There’s nothing easy about you, Damon Steele.”
He grinned down at her. Then his smile faded. “Grady cares a lot about you. But he might not always know how to say it. So look for the signs, okay?”
“I can do that. It can be hard to talk about things like this.”
“Yeah? Did you ever try to talk about things with someone and they hurt you? Rejected you? That why you have a tendency to hide?”
She bit her lip.
“Everything all right?” Grady asked, entering the room.
“Yeah,” Steele replied. “I’ve told her I’m a Daddy Dom and that not only do I not have a problem with her calling me Daddy, but I want her to call me that.”
Grady nodded.
“Told her you’re a Dom too. That you’ve played at clubs before. But we haven’t discussed limits or desires.”
Grady came around to lean against the desk. She stared up at him.
“I was just asking our girl whether she’d told anyone about her needs before. She said she’s sort of had a Daddy Dom.”
“Sort of?” Grady raised his eyebrows.
“I, um . . . Joe was a Daddy Dom. He’s the one who helped me realize I was a Little. But he wasn’t my Daddy Dom, if that makes sense. Still, sometimes, if I needed to go into Little headspace, he’d help me get there.” She shrugged. It was painful to remember if she was honest. Because it was something she’d wanted from him but only partially got.