Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Her throat convulses as she swallows hard, meeting my gaze. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “N-No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” With my hand at the nape of her neck, I gather a handful of luscious locks between my fingers and tug. “I still want to hear you call me Daddy. But I can wait a little while longer, beautiful.”
She looks down, then sweeps her gaze back up to meet mine. “It still feels weird. I’ve never called anyone that before… and you’re still…”
“Don’t say it,” I growl.
Younger than me.
I see the forbidden phrase unspoken all over her face, but thankfully that’s where it stayed. Still.
“Lay down on the bed,” I murmur, releasing her hair so she can do exactly that while I beckon for Levi to come beside me.
When she’s spread-eagle on the bed, with her hair fanned out against the pillows, I position myself between her legs and motion for Levi to do the same. Then from a cabinet above the bed, I grab a small bundle—nylon rope.
“What are you doing?” Marci squeaks, looking down at us.
“Didn’t we promise to show you the ropes?” I tease with a wink.
“I mean… uh… yes, but that’s not necessary, really!”
I pause long enough to quirk one eyebrow at her. “Your safeword is red. You can use it anytime you need to, for whatever reason. Understand?”
Her eyes get even wider than I thought was possible. “I understand, I do. But… do you really need to tie me up?”
She hasn’t used a safeword so I gather her hands above her head and start looping the rope around them, forming intricate knots up her wrists. “We are going to worship your body, beautiful. Until you have no doubt that you are exactly what we wanted. And you are going to be still, and let it happen, and hopefully, even enjoy it.”
“What?” Marci gasps, lifting her torso off the bed as she leans forward. “No! You don’t have to do that. I get it, I do, I promise.”
Levi stifles a chuckle and I wiggle my eyebrows, giving her a devilish grin. “We don’t have to do anything,” I confirm. “We want to. Now lie still and let it happen.”
I toss the rope to Levi and he ties her legs until they are spread-eagle, and does some fancy lacing up her torso just because he can. I sit back on my heels, just to admire the pretty picture she makes and look forward to a time we can really show off our roping skills.
Her soft gasp echoes around the small space, but she relaxes as much as she can, still apprehensive, her fists clutched above her head. I ignore it, and let her have that. She’ll unclench them soon. I’m making it my goal.
Chapter Six
Levi
I have a foot fetish, and if we’re worshipping her body, I’m taking advantage. Starting slow and gentle, I position myself at her feet and press a soft kiss to the tops of each of her toes. She wiggles and giggles like she can’t believe it, but she doesn’t pull away. She couldn’t if she wanted to anyway. Her toes are long and thin, with perfectly manicured nails painted with bright-pink polish. It’s the most girlish thing about her and just looking at it gets my cock hard.
Slowly I run my fingers up and down her feet, lightly massaging the muscles there. I look up in time to see her moan as Tripp covers her body with his and kisses first her lips, then her neck, slowly working down her collarbone and out to each shoulder. Up and down each arm, then back to her décolletage.
I look back down at her feet. God, I want nothing more than to suck each luscious toe into my mouth, but I figured if Tripp has her upper body covered, I should take charge of her lower body.
So after using my wet-wipe stash to carefully clean her already clean feet, I start at her ankles and leave a trail of kisses up one leg and down the other, pausing at the juncture of her thighs to tease her pretty pink slit with my tongue before trailing my way back down.
When I glance up again, she has the bedcovers clenched in her hands somehow, and her eyes scrunched closed, her face awash with ecstasy, with just a hint of discomfort, like she still can’t believe she’s here.
Watching her closely, because I’m all too aware that some people really don’t like having their feet played with, I hold her foot to my mouth and let my tongue dance slowly over the top of the knuckle of her big toe.
Her eyes pop open and her gaze meets mine. There’s no disgust there; just interest and surprise. With her eyes still on mine, I wink, then pop a toe in my mouth. Her gasp is silent, but I catch it before she can smother her reaction. When I suck, she lets out a soft moan, just as Tripp’s mouth closes over her pussy.