Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“I’ve noticed that a few times. But baby girl, I think you’ve come a long way. Did you ever imagine that you’d be able to touch my cock like you do? To take it into your mouth? You don’t hesitate to kiss me or to cuddle up next to me. When I touch your bottom and breasts, you’ve stopped flinching. Be kind to yourself, you’re going to get there. And if you want some extra help, we can find you a therapist.”
“Yeah . . . actually, maybe that would be a good idea.”
“All right.” He gave her such a gentle, kind smile that it had her insides melting. “I’ll ask around, see who people recommend. Okay? No pressure.”
She nodded, the tight knot in her stomach easing
“Was there anything else?”
“I want to move here,” she blurted out. “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to go back to Savannah. I want to be here with you.”
“Oh, baby girl, I thought you knew.” He ran his thumb over her cheek tenderly.
“Knew what?”
“That you were never going back to Savannah. That this is where you’re staying. With me. Forever.”
Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. He kissed her until she was moaning and pressing up against him, wanting more.
He pulled back.
“More,” she begged.
“Unfortunately, I have to go.” There was real regret in his face as he cupped her chin. “However, let there be no confusion. You are staying here. With me. There is no leaving. Ever.”
With his words, that worry dissipated and she could breathe easier.
“I understand.”
“That’s my good girl. I’m going to take care of your punishment when I get home. Remember, you need to ask permission before you come or you will receive even more punishment. I love you, baby. Be good.”
Jeez.
Greer was always good.
She stared after him for a long moment, before letting out a low moan as the vibrator turned on.
Today was going to be a long, long day.
55
By midday, she was ready to kill him.
The only thing that kept her from having a temper tantrum or defying him and taking matters into her own hands, was the fact that she could take a break to charge the torture device. He’d sent her a message twenty minutes ago, reminding her to eat and charge it.
She pulled it out of her panties and cleaned it before setting it on charge.
She needed to clean herself up too. She was so sensitive down there. It wouldn’t take much to make herself come.
No. She couldn’t do it.
But would he really know?
Urgh, she’d probably blurt it out. She wasn’t known for her ability to keep secrets.
She lay on the bed for a long moment. Could she do it? Could she ask him?
It felt too embarrassing. And yet . . . was she going to last all day without coming?
She didn’t think so. Grabbing her phone, knowing she was bright red, she sent him a text.
Greer:
Can I come?
She set her phone down. She didn’t expect an answer immediately. So she was shocked when her phone buzzed.
Hack:
Now, is that anyway that a Little girl should ask her Daddy for something?
Oh drat. He wanted her to beg, didn’t he?
So. Mean.
But also, she was so desperate that she knew she was going to do it.
Greer:
Please, Daddy. Can I come?
Her phone rang. Crap. Why was he calling? She guessed maybe he wanted to hear her beg.
“Daddy, please can I come?” she asked.
“You can.”
Oh, thank you, Lord.
“All right, bye.” She couldn’t talk to him anymore. It was way too embarrassing.
“Wait,” he said sharply.
“What is it?”
“I’m going to stay on the line and direct you.”
“Nooo,” she groaned. “Why?”
“Because the only pleasure you get to have is what I give you,” he said in a dark, deep voice.
“But you’re at work. Surely this violates some sort of doctor code,” she said hastily.
“Nice try. But I’m on my break and heading to my truck.”
Shoot.
“I don’t know if I can do it with you listening.”
“Well, you’re going to try. I’m not asking you to put yourself on video. This time.”
This time?
Yikes.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about this. Could she do it?
“If this is too much, though, you know what to do.”
Did she want to use her safeword? Shoot. Part of her really did. But the other part wanted to know what this would be like.
“I’m not using my safeword.”
“That’s my brave girl. Where are you?”
She heard a door shut. He must be in his truck.
“Lying on the bed.”
“Are you naked?” he asked.
“No.”
“I want you to strip off. Pull the drapes first, though.”
Yeah, she’d planned to do that.
Getting up, she drew the drapes, then stripped off her clothes before lying back on the bed. This felt so naughty.
Yet, it was a bit fun too. Something she’d rarely had much of in the last eight years.
“Done,” she said in a breathless voice.
“You’ve stripped off naked? You’re lying on the bed?”