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)
“To my knowledge, that has never happened before,” he noted.
“And it never should,” I pointed out.
He draped an arm around my shoulders and dipped down. “Fair enough.” He kissed my cheek. “I won’t pee on you. I’ll pee inside you instead.”
I whipped my head around and almost knocked my forehead against his. “Inside?!”
He hummed and kissed me softly. “Right after I fill you with my come.”
Oh. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and considered it. So he’d use me as a come dumpster and then relieve himself also?
“I’m conflicted,” I decided.
He liked that. “Good.”
I could only shake my head because this was weird and overwhelming and funny and frustrating and—I had to tell Daddy! He was some thirty feet away, but my voice carried.
“Daddy!” I shouted. “Uncle Lucian’s gonna doodle on me, pee in me, tickle me, and paddle me! Can we arrest him for Little abuse?”
Daddy squinted for the sun and didn’t miss a beat. “Not today, baby, because I want him to do all those things to you.”
I balled my hands into fists and glared, first at Daddy, then at Uncle Lucian. And I cursed their grins!
“You will taste the fuckening,” I whispered up at Lucian. “Both of you!”
“What did he say?” Daddy called.
Lucian turned to him. “We’re gonna taste the fuckening!”
“Oh. All right!” Daddy nodded and picked up his coffee mug. “Sounds fun!”
I gnashed my teeth, and if I went any harder, I’d crush them. They knew I hated when they were dismissive about my threatening character! When they called my danger cute. I could be strong and menacing! Yet, they just patted me on the head and mocked me.
“Are we pushing your buttons?” Uncle Lucian asked, way too amused for my liking.
I snarled at him, then stalked away.
Fuck being a good boy on the off chance that Daddy and a bunch of other Tops might play together. I wanted to get even! I wanted them to suffer!
Spotting Macklin and Lane, I scurried over there and took some comfort in that they didn’t look too happy either. It would be much easier to convince them to up the ante of our prank if they had suffering at the forefront of their minds too.
“So, hi. Does life suck for you also?” I asked, a little out of breath.
Macklin blew out a breath. “Uh, my Master’s gonna mark me with a temporary piercing, I’m gonna be tickled for a fucking hour in intervals, and I’m spending the night on a spike mat. You tell me.”
“And Ty’s gonna restrain me in front of a fucking machine,” Lane said. “With a TENS unit.”
I made a yikes face.
“He was fascinated with how electrical play worked, and I stupidly asked if he knew his way around electrics,” he went on. “So he gave me his ‘Boy, I have seven patents’ speech before he realized I was trolling him, and now he’s planning his revenge with Master McKenna.”
I widened my arms. “In other words, we’re all fucked. So how about we make their lives miserable?”
Macklin cocked his Dom brow, which he only did when he found it convenient.
Damn switches.
“The last thing you need is to dig your grave deeper,” he told me. “Don’t let them get to you.”
I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest. “What do you know?”
Lane smirked and looked away.
“I know that it takes approximately zero effort to rile you up,” Macklin stated, so I glared at him. “See? Zero effort. You push yourself forward on anger, and you don’t really know how you got there.”
“Wrong! I totally know,” I replied irritably. “Uncle Lucian and Daddy never get intimidated by me—they just smirk and pat me on the head—”
“Zero. Effort.” Macklin tapped me on the freaking nose. “Do you remember what happened to Corey and Archie at the last event?”
Duh, it was like two weeks ago.
I threw a glance over my shoulder at the pool. It would be uncovered for the season soon enough, but for a brief hour after the Academy event, Corey and Archie had gotten themselves into trouble. And then a few Sadists had thrown their butts into the pool.
It’d been a cold evening, unlike today’s sunny warmth.
“You don’t wanna follow in their footsteps,” Macklin advised. “All it takes is attitude, and the Sadists are on full alert already.”
Maybe I could borrow Archie and Master Greer’s kid. If I was holding a baby, the Sadists wouldn’t do shit!
In fact, Archie was on their porch right now, swaying from side to side with a toddler in his arms.
Okay, that wasn’t a brilliant plan.
I blew out a breath and scrubbed my hands over my face. In my defense, I hadn’t slept well in ages. I wasn’t firing on all cylinders.
Like a flip of a switch, all energy went poof and just disappeared. I felt so weak all of a sudden that I wanted to collapse right where I stood.