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)
Warning taps?
“On the bare?” she squealed.
“Yep. That a problem?” Steele asked.
Only because of the cellulite on her thighs. But she didn’t think it would be wise to mention that.
“I need to make up a list of her limits,” Grady commented.
“Now would be a good time to talk about that,” Steele said.
What? Right now?
“I don’t think we need to do that right now,” she said, trying to sit up.
Steele pressed a firm hand on the small of her back. “Stay where you are, baby girl.”
Shit.
He raised up the back of her dress.
“I’ll write up a proper list for all of us,” Grady said as Steele lowered her tights to her knees.
Shit. Shit.
“Relax, baby,” Steele commanded.
“Relax? How am I supposed to relax when you’re going to see my bare butt? And spank it?”
“Point taken,” Steele said. “But tensing will only make the pain worse.”
Crap.
He started to lower her panties. “These are cute, baby girl. Although I think we should have a no-panties rule in the house. Unless you’re in Little headspace or you have your period.”
“We’ll need to buy some things for here,” Grady said. “I’ll need another list for that. Things for her Little and period supplies. Can you make me a list of the things you prefer?”
“I can buy my own period stuff!”
Smack!
Holy. Shit.
That stung!
“Ouch! Daddy! That hurt!”
“It’s meant to,” Steele replied.
“But why? Effie didn’t do nothing!” She pouted, her Little peeking out.
“If we want to buy you things to make you more comfortable when you’re staying here, then we will.”
Sheesh.
“But I don’t expect you guys to buy me stuff. I know I don’t have that much money, but I can still buy my own personal items. I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”
Grady cupped the back of her neck with his hand, massaging lightly. “Neither of us think you’re using us. The fact is, Steele and I are being selfish in wanting to buy you things as it makes us feel good.”
She wasn’t so sure about that. But she nodded. She’d make sure they didn’t get out of control.
“I still want to buy my own period things.”
“Periods are nothing to be embarrassed about,” Grady told her. “Everything, remember?”
“Yes, but I didn’t think everything included bodily functions!”
“Well, now you know differently.” Steele ran his fingers over her bottom. “Her ass looks so pretty pink.”
“It does,” Grady agreed huskily. “Right, limits, sweetheart.”
“I . . . buying me period things!”
Smack!
“Not a proper limit,” Steele warned her.
Fine.
“No blood. No humiliation. No name-calling.”
“What about bondage? Gags? Blindfolds? Whips? Paddles? Canes?” Grady asked.
“I don’t . . . I don’t know about the cane or a whip. That seems scary.”
“Don’t worry,” Steele told her. “It’s not something either of us is really into. Paddles, yes. Are paddles all right?”
“I . . . maybe. I’ve never tried anything like that.”
“We can ease into it,” Grady told her.
“All right,” she whispered. “I’m all right with the rest. But I don’t think I could be gagged and blindfolded and bound at the same time. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just . . .”
“Shh,” Steele told her, rubbing her bottom. She realized that since taking down her panties, he hadn’t removed his hand from her bottom unless he was smacking it. None of this is happening right now. We’ll work our way up to things.”
“But you’re okay with just one of those at a time? Or perhaps being bound and blindfolded?” Grady asked.
“Yes, I, um . . . I like the idea of being bound in particular.”
“How do you feel about parts of you being bound while other parts are not?” Grady asked.
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“What if I was to wrap up your top half and leave your bottom half free? Then I could play whenever I liked and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
Holy. Crap.
These guys were killing her.
“I could . . . I could be good with that.”
“I’d say she’s more than good with that,” Steele added. He slid his hand down between her legs. “She’s getting wet.”
“Good girl,” Grady murmured. “Getting wet for your Daddies.”
Did he realize he’d just said Daddies? She stilled and she felt Steele stiffen, then relax.
Okay, she wasn’t going to point it out. She didn’t care what Grady wanted to be. . . as long as he wanted to be with her.
Steele ran a finger along her slit. “Yes, definitely wet.”
She found herself squirming on his lap, wanting more. “Please.”
“Stay still,” Steele warned.
“Is our good girl being naughty?” Grady murmured. “Not sure she deserves her reward after her spanking.”
“Hmm, you’re right. Naughty girls don’t usually get to come after a spanking.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“I bet she tastes delicious though,” Grady mused.
“Let’s see.”
Holy. Heck.
Steele’s long, thick finger went back between her lower lips again.
“Part for me, Effie,” he commanded.
With a whimper, she widened her legs.
“Wider,” he ordered.
Holy heck. A shiver washed through her.