Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
But this seemed to be the exact wrong thing to say to Jack. He gave me a stern look and shook his head.
“No, I can’t, Madison and you shouldn’t even ask me to,” he said sternly as he tugged the hem of my t-shirt down to cover my thrusting pink nipples once more. “That’s not something a Daddy should do with his little girl—I shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy Jack,” I murmured penitently. “I…I don’t know what got into me. I’m sorry I was bad,” I told him, my eyes stinging with tears of self-recrimination. What was wrong with me acting like this? Begging him to touch me? But I couldn’t seem to help it—my body longed for his touch. I craved it as I had never craved anything before.
Jack’s stern gaze softened.
“Don’t be sorry—just be more careful. Remember, you’re my little girl and I’m your Daddy now that your parents are gone,” he reminded me again, as he smoothed the t-shirt down over my full breasts once more for good measure, making sure my nipples were covered. “Try to act like a lady, Princess.”
“I…I’ll try to do better,” I promised, blinking back tears even as I enjoyed his warm, lingering touch over the front of my t-shirt. Honestly, what was wrong with me? I was acting more and more brazen and naughty around my big, growly guardian all the time. It was like my body had woken up somehow and was wanting something from him…something I didn’t dare to name, even to myself.
Of course, I know now that it was my Were Mark, beginning to ramp up my Heat Cycle. But right at that moment, I knew nothing of the Were world. I only knew that I had been doing and saying some extremely naughty things—things I never would have dreamed of doing or saying before and I didn’t know why.
“It’s all right, Princess.” Jacks sighed. “Well, I’m tired. Think I’m going to hit the hay. You sure you’ll be okay here on the couch?”
“I’d be better sleeping in bed with you,” I said hopefully. “Please, Daddy Jack?”
He frowned and shook his head.
“I don’t think so. Not after…what just happened Princess. I think it’s better if you sleep on your own for a while.”
My heart sank but I understood. We had gone too far and this was Jack’s way of punishing me. I wished he would spank me instead and get it over with, but you can’t choose how you’re going to be punished—that’s just not how it works.
“All right. I’ll be fine out here,” I assured him.
“There are extra covers and sheets and a pillow in the linen closet,” he told me. “Good night, Princess.”
And dropping a chaste kiss on the top of my head, he turned and went into the bedroom.
Sighing, I got the bedding from the linen closet and made up the couch. I would much rather have spent the night curled up next to Jack in his bed, but I knew he wouldn’t allow that after what had just happened between us. No, I was just going to have to sleep on the couch all alone for a while, until he got over it.
I settled in the couch and pulled the spare blankets up to my chin, trying not to wonder how long it would be before I would be allowed back in Jack’s bed again.
FOUR
As it turned out, it was several days. I slept on the couch every night, feeling restless and lonely without my sweet Daddy to snuggle and rub against. For his own part, Jack seemed restless and more growly than usual. I noticed that he seemed especially gruff as the moon got fuller and rounder in the sky—it was really visible at night, since there was no light pollution now that we were in the middle of the forest.
I was feeling pretty restless myself and having some very strange dreams—though I couldn’t seem to remember them. My body was talking to me in a way it never had before and somehow all my bras began to feel too tight and too scratchy against my extra-sensitive nipples.
I dealt with this by simply leaving my bra off. I told myself I didn’t need it anyway—it was just me and Jack in the cabin, after all. And if his eyes followed me around and watched my braless breasts shake and jiggle, well—so what? I actually kind of liked it—liked feeling his sharp, blue eyes on me and knowing that he was remembering the way he had cupped my big tits and teased my nipples—even if he had only done it once, very briefly.
This kind of thing might not have been a problem around the cabin, but it did turn out to be a problem elsewhere. Specifically, the grocery store in the little town of Truebad, where Jack did his shopping.