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)
“Like not getting out of bed without permission and not being allowed to carry my own handbag.”
Spencer scowled at her. He grabbed her feet again to massage them. “Those are real rules.”
She looked at the other two, expecting them to tell Spencer that he was crazy.
But they just nodded.
“You guys are all nuts,” she grumbled.
“The getting out of bed one was mainly because of your ribs which seem to be a lot better,” Slade told her. “But it’s also for when you’re in Little headspace. Little girls don’t get out of bed on their own.”
Little headspace.
When did she get to experience that? It was part of the reason she wanted to go to the club. To see how she felt in the Little playroom.
To see if she could let go of everything else, all of her worry and fear and just have fun.
“You like the idea of that, huh?” Slade asked.
“I think that rule should be for all the time,” Spencer grumbled.
“You guys won’t always be around, Spencer,” she told him. “I know you got a fright the other night when you woke up and I wasn’t there. But you’re going to have to trust that I won’t leave.”
He frowned, but nodded. “I suppose.”
“And the handbag?” she asked.
“Yeah, that one stays,” Slade told her. “It’s too heavy. Either lighten it or someone else carries it for you.”
Sheesh.
That seemed a bit over-the-top.
“I need everything in my handbag.”
Slade shot her a look. “Do you?”
Well. She thought she did.
“We might have other rules for your Little,” Slade said. “But we can discuss them another time. The main rule is to always be safe.”
“So can we go to the club tomorrow night?” she asked.
They all shared a look.
“I don’t think that you’re up for that yet,” Spencer said.
“I promise I am. Please. I want to get out of here for a while. That didn’t work out so great last time. But it would be safe at the club, right? Everyone is vetted by you guys.”
“Most members are,” Slade said. “I guess it would be safe. But you need to stay with one of us at all times. And you wouldn’t be playing. Just sitting and watching.”
“I’ve never gotten to play yet,” she grumbled. “You guys always play-blocked me.”
“Play-blocked you?” Spencer asked, looking confused.
“Yeah, instead of cock-blocked you guys play-blocked or Dom-blocked.”
“You really think we were going to let our girl play with another Dom?” Slade growled.
All three men were frowning at her as though she’d insulted them.
“I wasn’t your girl then.”
“You have always been our girl,” Slade told her. “Ever since we met you, you were ours. In the beginning our feelings were different. But once you got older, we definitely wanted you.”
“And no one else got to have you,” Spencer said.
She licked her lips as she caught him staring at her hungrily.
“I just wanted to experience what it was like . . . I didn’t really want anyone. But I didn’t like always looking on from the outside. Although I guess now I have three Doms to play with.”
A ping of sadness filled her.
She hadn’t seen Quaid in a week. Not since her mum grabbed her while they were at the Christmas market. Where was he? Was he all right?
“Don’t think about Quaid,” Slade said. “And we’ll play with you eventually. Only us, no one else.”
“As if I’d want to play with anyone else.” She couldn’t even imagine looking at anyone else. Why would she? “I’m not sure how I’ll feel being Little in front of others. If it takes me a while to . . . to adjust, will you be disappointed?”
Rock leaned forward, his face intense. “Never.”
She sucked in a breath. “That’s good.”
That’s good? Really? That’s all she had to say?
“At the club, one of us will be with you the entire time. No matter what you’re doing. Understand?” Slade said.
Yikes.
That seemed insane.
“I understand.”
“That’s my good girl,” Slade told her.
“A very good girl,” Spencer added. “So good we should show her the surprise that you and Rock created for her.”
She glanced from Slade to Rock. They both nodded.
“Really? I get to see it now?” she asked.
Rock stood and lifted her into his arms. On the one hand, she really wanted to explore what had happened to Slade’s cock.
But she also really, really wanted to see this surprise.
He carried her to the bedroom he’d taken her to the other night when she’d had a nightmare.
Spencer reached around and opened the door and Rock walked inside with her.
Her mouth dropped open. Of all the things she’d been expecting this wasn’t it.
“A playroom,” she whispered.
Rock set her down and she started wandering around the room. There was a large mural painted on the one wall that didn’t have a window or door on it. It was a castle with a large gargoyle on the top, standing guard over everything below.