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)
That reminded him about her sore hand.
“No? You don’t think so? Have you imagined being spanked? Do you want to be spanked, little girl?”
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
Part of him couldn’t either. And he was probably pushing her too much without explaining himself.
One thing at a time.
“We need to go inside and doctor your hand.” He stood and, scooping her up, he carried her inside.
“I didn’t hurt my foot,” she said dryly.
“How is your burn?” he asked. “I haven’t checked it recently.”
“It’s fine.”
Jeb gave her a sharp look as he walked into the downstairs bathroom. He set her down on the counter.
“That sounds like a lie.”
“There’s no way you can know that! That’s slander and I won’t have it.” She pointed a finger at him.
“You don’t want to point a finger at me, little girl,” he warned her.
“Or what?” she challenged.
Oh, she was such trouble.
And he felt more alive than he had in years.
“Or I’ll need to take that finger and do something with it.”
All right, so his flirting was really rusty. But she didn’t seem to mind as her eyes widened, her lips parting.
Jeb ran his own finger down her cheek.
“What . . . what’s happening?”
“What’s happening is that I have a proposition for you. And you can say no without any repercussions. All right? Your job is still safe and I will not pressure or get angry at you.”
“Now I’m getting nervous,” she said. “What is the proposition?”
“While you’re here with us, I’m your Daddy. I make the rules. I enforce them. When we’re alone, you can be Little or Big. Whatever you desire. I want to take care of you either way.”
“My . . . my Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“Rules? Enforce?”
“Yes. And yes.”
“And sex?” she said in a high-pitched voice.
“No pressure. But if that’s something we both want, then yes. Sex.”
Chapter Nineteen
Holy moly.
Holy. Moly. Holy. Moly.
Casey watched as he undid her makeshift bandage around her hand.
He clicked his tongue before placing her hand under running warm water. She flinched but still didn’t say anything. Her brain was stuck on a loop, thinking about his proposition.
A Daddy?
Rules and spankings? That was what he meant, right?
And sex?
Holy. Moly.
Was she ready for sex? Her body screamed yes. Her body screamed that it was about time she got down and dirty with this hunky guy.
“I’m going to have to dig the splinters out of your hand,” he warned. “It will probably hurt.”
“There’s only one splinter,” she countered as he grabbed a pair of tweezers and a needle from the first-aid kit.
A needle? Why did he need a needle?
Her breathing started to grow rapid.
“It would just be a temporary thing,” he said casually as he started getting to work on her hand.
“What? The splinters?”
Don’t look at what he’s doing. Don’t look.
Urgh, she’d always struggled to listen to orders. Even when the orders came from herself.
“No. Us.”
“Huh?” She wasn’t keeping up. The pain was too much.
You’re an idiot. It’s barely hurting.
Be brave.
Stop being a baby.
Great. Her father was back in her head.
“We are temporary. This . . . arrangement would just be a temporary thing while you’re here. And then you’ll leave and I’ll stay. I just wanted to make it clear that I wasn’t expecting anything more. I know you’re not staying. I won’t get attached to you in any way.”
Right.
She didn’t know why she was surprised by the fact that he was just laying it out there like that. Jeb was a straight shooter.
“It suits me, really. Now isn’t the time for me to get involved with anyone long term. Not sure that I ever will again, if I’m honest. But it’s been a long time since I took care of a Little and I’ve missed it. So for a few days I’d like to take care of you, Casey. What do you say?”
What did she say?
That she liked him? That she was attracted to him? That it was good he’d laid all of this out first so she didn’t get attached. Because it would be easy to.
Should she do this, though? Could she keep her feelings out of it?
It would be good practice. You’d discover whether you like having a Daddy.
Having sex.
Crap. If it came down to sex would she have to tell him how inexperienced she was?
Probably.
That was going to be embarrassing.
Casey gazed down at what he was doing with her hand.
Oh hell. Now she felt queasy.
“Don’t look at what I’m doing, baby,” he said. “Keep your eyes up.”
“I don’t know if I can. It’s like driving past a car wreck,” she said. “You know you shouldn’t look but you just can’t seem to stop yourself.”
“Close your eyes then,” he commanded. “Keep them closed or I won’t be happy.”
“Are you ever happy?” she countered. She hadn’t really meant to say that. It just came out.
“Once, I was. I’m trying to find that happiness again.”