Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“Good news first!” he announced. “Blue and green eggs represent candy!”
My mouth popped open. That meant I was getting three servings of candy or candy bars! Oh my gosh!
“We’re getting candy!” I cried out. “Yes!”
“Can we eat it right away, Bunny Daddy?” Kit asked excitedly.
“You sure can, li’l darlin’.” Colt smirked and lifted the lid on the box.
“I’m more worried about what comes after,” Tate said.
I didn’t wanna think about that right now. Candy came first!
I watched, entranced, as River and Nathan listed subs and how many candy eggs they’d found, and Colt and Reese started slinging small cellophane bags filled with Easter treats.
“Shay, four bags,” Reese said, to which River tossed four bags to Shay.
“Kit, two bags.”
“Darnell, four bags.”
“Tate, three bags.”
“Mateo…six bags.”
Hot damn.
“Gretchen, three bags.”
“Noa, three bags.”
Yesss, my turn!
I sucked in a breath and caught them one by one, and I instantly tore into the first one. Yummy! There were at least a dozen pieces of candy in each bag, so this was awesome! I chewed on a grape taffy and unwrapped a tiny lollipop. Blue-raspberry flavor, my second favorite after cherry.
Since the candy tossing wasn’t done yet, I hurried over to Uncle Lucian on the other side of the pool, but it appeared the Tops were on their way over to us. We met halfway.
“Look how much candy I won, Uncle Lucian!” I spoke with my mouth full.
He chuckled and accepted the bags, ’cause I needed him to keep them for me. “This is quite the loot, my chipmunk. Maybe it’s best I let Daddy keep it safe for you. I’m about to get my own fun.”
Uh-oh!
I eyed him suspiciously and took one more candy. “I thought today was an Easter celebration. It won’t be very painful, will it?”
As mentioned, I was no dummy! I knew the Sadists had planned for a sadistic twist—but still. Easter was a joyous affair. It should be filled with candy and bunny ears, and so far, the Sadists had delivered.
“I think it’s important you remember that I love you,” Uncle Lucian said. “Go back to your little friends. I’ll leave this with Daddy.”
I huffed. And I took one more candy. Okay, two. Then I turned on my heel and stalked back to my “little friends.”
“I think it’s important you remember that I love you,” I mocked under my breath.
Drat!
That meant pain. Ugh.
I mean, I loved certain types of pain, yo. But it’d been a rough week, and I just wanted cuddles and candy. Okay? No pain, no nightmares, no silence. In fact, I was gonna ask Daddy if we could stay here tonight, ’cause there was more life out here. More energy. More people.
I crunched away on my lollipop and returned to Macklin and Kit just in time.
“…which means that everyone who found at least one yellow egg can step forward,” Reese was saying.
I took a step forward, ’cause that was me! I’d actually found two yellow eggs.
Colt cleared his throat and shifted a lollipop from one cheek to the other. “Drum roll… Yellow represents marked and wet.”
Guuuh.
“In this bowl,” he continued and stuck his hand in the bowl of yellow sticky notes, “we’ll find fun activities that turn you either marked or wet in some way—and we’ll start with Kit as an example. You found two yellow eggs, didn’t you, baby boy?”
Kit made a face around a mouthful of candy. “Um, yes, Sir.”
Colt nodded and took two notes from the bowl, and he unfolded them. Then he grinned. “Congratulations. You get to enjoy one golden shower and one temporary tattoo that says Sadists are Always Right.”
“Eeep!” Kit slapped his hands over his face. “Can we please stick to below-the-neck for the golden shower?”
“Yes,” Colt chuckled, turning to the rest of us. “Your Owners will modify the kink to follow your hard limits—not your soft limits. If a note hits your hard limit, we pick a new one.”
Oh goodness. I didn’t have enough limits!
“To speed the process along, come get your yellow and orange notes from Colt and me now!” Reese commanded. “For the record, orange is all about bondage and restrictions!”
Fuck me, I’d never loved Uncle Lucian more! He’d protected me from restraints, knowing how much I hated that.
I glanced behind me and found him returning from leaving my candy with Daddy and Cam, and I sent him a grateful smile.
He winked.
I heard Nathan’s voice next. “In the meantime, you can come to Lucas and me for your pink and purple notes. Pink is tickling and clamping, and purple is whipped and paddled.”
Okay, that was way better. I wasn’t ticklish, except for my feet, so I hoped I got a note that said twenty minutes of tickling my ribs. ’Cause that would be like Daddy rubbing my belly after I’d had too much ice cream.
The line to Reese and Colt was shorter, so I went for my yellow notes first.