Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“Do not,” Slade said in a commanding voice. “Spencer.”
“On it,” Spencer said cheerfully. “We’re going to have such fun with you.”
He ran out of the room and she watched on in alarm. “What does that mean?”
“You’re right. We shouldn’t make you wait for all of your punishments,” Slade told her. “And we need to find a way to ensure that you know you are everything to us. Beautiful, sexy, smart, and kind.”
Spencer returned with some soft-looking rope in his hands.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a small amount of alarm.
“I’m going to tie you up,” Spencer said.
“You can always say no or use your safeword,” Slade told her. “Is that okay with you?”
They’d talked through her limits and safeword before going to the club. And bondage was definitely not a limit. She kind of liked the idea of being tied up and at their mercy.
It was just the naked and pregnant part that she wasn’t so sure about.
“Yes,” she said.
“Sit,” Rock commanded.
Slade nodded. “Yes, you’ll probably be more comfortable sitting.”
Rock helped her sit up, placing pillows behind her back so she was comfortable while Spencer attached her hands to the bed. He tied the rope around the legs of the bed so her arms weren’t raised above her head which might have put pressure on her ribs. In fact, she had quite a lot of slack in the rope and could move her hands around freely.
She just couldn’t use them to cover herself.
Then Rock parted her legs. She sucked in a breath. Could they see everything?
Slade watched her intently from the end of the bed while Rock checked the tightness of the bonds around her wrists.
“I couldn’t shave my pussy properly!” she blurted out.
Mortification filled her.
What was she doing? Had she seriously just said that?
Slade’s eyebrows rose. Then his lips quirked in a smile. “And you think that’s a turnoff? Look at Rock.”
She glanced at Rock who had moved to the end of the bed. His dick was pressing against his boxers.
And. Whoa.
Okay, that was an impressive cock. How could it be so . . . huge?
He slid his boxers down and wrapped his hand around it.
It was a monster.
Holy. Heck.
If she could have moved her gaze away from his dick, she might have taken in all of his thick muscle. The chiseled abs and those V’s at his hips leading down to his . . .
Monster dick.
That was its name. It was official.
MD.
Spencer snickered as he stood and stared at her. “You look like you don’t know whether to run away or get down on your knees and thank your lucky stars.”
“Both,” she said hoarsely. “I’ve never . . . I’m not sure . . .”
“You’ll be fine,” Slade reassured her. “We won’t let you be otherwise. We’ll work you up to his dick.”
That was true. They always took care of her.
“Plus, we’ve got a big tub of lube somewhere. Extra-large tub,” Spencer told her.
Slade and Rock shot him quelling looks. But it actually made her feel better.
“If you needed help shaving, you only had to ask me,” Spencer chided as he stripped. “I would have happily taken care of that for you.”
“You don’t want to—”
“I wouldn’t offer to do anything that I don’t want to do,” Spencer interrupted her. “And you know how much I like doing things for you. Taking care of you. My princess.”
She did know that. All she had to do was start accepting his care. “You might have to as I get bigger.”
“Gladly.” Spencer smiled.
“You know, we should make you remain naked for the rest of the day,” Slade said. “Then we can show you just how attractive we find you.”
They wouldn’t, would they?
“Or she could just wear this all day,” Spencer said, holding up the red scrap of lace and satin.
Oh man.
She swallowed heavily.
“I think she likes that idea. Done.” Slade nodded his head. A king signing off a command.
Holy hell.
“Now, you will tell us immediately if anything hurts. If you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable,” Slade told her. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said without thought.
Satisfaction filled his face. “I am your Sir. Just like I’m your Daddy. And your man.”
Yes, he was.
“And your pussy is fucking beautiful. A work of art,” Slade told her huskily. “Show it to us, Spencer.”
What the heck?
Spencer kneeled on the bed next to her and kissed the top of her tummy before reaching down to pull the lips of her pussy apart.
While Slade and Rock watched on.
This was . . . insane.
Her heart raced as she closed her eyes.
“Look at us, Boo,” Slade said.
The command in his voice wasn’t to be ignored. So she opened her eyes and gazed up at them.
They were staring down at her hungrily. Rock was working his cock with slow, easy movements of his hand. Completely unashamed about what he was doing.