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)
“Silly girl,” Callum chided but his eyes sparkled in delight. He reached up and plucked the crown off. He placed it on my head instead. “There. Now you’re my flower princess.”
“Flower Princess Quinn sounds like she sits around in stuffy rooms and drinks tea, Daddy.” I stood up, dancing over to the log we used to sit on and watch for shooting stars.
“Never. She’d rather ride around on horses and be sassy.” He joined me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“You know what we never did out here?” I glanced up into his face.
“I’m sure there are many things. What’s on your mind?”
So many choices. So many temptations. I ran my hand upward, my fingers teasing the crotch of his jeans. He tensed when I reached his belt buckle. “Hm? What could possibly be on my mind, Sir?”
“Careful, naughty girl.”
Instead of heeding his warning, I turned around and unbuckled his belt. Pulling it free from the loops, I loved the sound of the leather whipping through the air. He tilted his head to the side, watching me. Callum slid the belt out of my hands, using it to secure them behind my back.
“Daddy! I can’t do anything if my hands are bound.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t need them.”
Facing me away from him, he bent me over the log. It pressed against my stomach, a solid presence while Callum unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down to my thighs. The flower crown slipped off my head and into the creek. I was surprised it had stayed on as long as it did.
“My crown!” I watched it drift down the creek, clovers and buttercups meandering along as it went on its way.
“I’ll make you another one.”
“But you don’t know how,” I whined.
“Then you can teach me. We’ll have plenty of afternoons just like this one. Now, hush. You aren’t in charge here, spitfire.”
My panties joined my jeans while I wiggled against the rough wood. “There might be bugs. They’ll crawl all over me and bite me.”
“You didn’t care about bugs while you were teasing Daddy.”
Well, he had a point. But I hadn’t undressed him in the wilderness. Standing by the creek and being on a log were very different. The first smacks caught me off guard. I yelped. “What are you doing? I wasn’t bad. I didn’t even break any rules.”
“No, you weren’t bad. Remember even if you act up it’s your behavior that is naughty. Never bad.”
“I remember, Sir.”
“I wish you could see how pretty your ass looks wearing my handprints. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing this view.”
“Daddy!”
“Yell as loud as you want, Quinn. Glimmer doesn’t have the means to save your bottom. Besides, this isn’t a punishment. I’m spanking you because I definitely thought about doing this very thing by the creek.”
“Still not what I meant when I said there were things we never did here.” I sulked but I wasn’t mad. No, I was aroused and quickly getting wetter. He landed the next two sets on my upper thighs. He allowed enough time between each one for the burn to spread into a growing warmth on my skin. Callum rubbed both sides of my ass while I groaned.
“Better?”
“Define better,” I snapped. My arousal peaked and I wanted him inside of me, regardless of where we were.
“Easy there, spitfire. Use your words.” He struck the fullest part of my ass several times in a row without the benefit of a pause.
I groaned but couldn’t move out of place. Over and over again his palm met my bottom. My upper thighs. My sit-spots. But it wasn’t like the typical correction. No. He kept the pace so that I was on edge. Nearly bringing me to an orgasm just from his attention there. “Can you have a climax just from spanking?”
“Is that a challenge? I’m game if you are, Quinn.” Callum moved his hand underneath me, stroking my pussy lips.
Twitching from the unexpected stimulation, I pressed myself into his palm and moaned. “You’re cheating.”
“Nah, this would be cheating.”
He yanked my hips upward, his mouth finding my sweet spot from behind.
I don’t know how he managed, but he did. My legs trembled from the exertion as I came. I don’t think I’d ever hit a peak that fast in my life. “No fair, oh fuck, no fair.”
“What was that, sweetheart?”
“Not fair at all,” I said, panting, worn out and swimming in post-orgasmic bliss. His tongue was magical. “I need you, Daddy. Please?”
“You have me. You don’t need to beg. Not unless I tell you to.” Callum adjusted my body as he spoke. “I know you can use your beautiful brain to explain what you need. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to fuck me over this log.” There. Now he couldn’t say that I didn’t say my desires out loud.