Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Lots of people have blankies and silly toothbrushes,” I argue.
“Mmm. Do they have colored bath beads and bath crayons?” His smile reaches his eyes.
I’m surprised by how observant he is. “Sure they do. How else would they take notes when things pop into their head while they’re in the shower?”
He laughs hard, his head tipping back and his palm coming to his stomach.
I want to be mad that he’s laughing at me, but I can’t seem to do anything but giggle with him. I’ve never thought about how others would see my belongings.
Tate turns around, taking one of my hands in his larger one. “You have cartoon DVDs, Sophia. What will I find if I look in your pantry?”
He moves toward my kitchen, but I tug on his hand, stopping him. “Fine. You win. I guess I have some small Little tendencies, but I don’t own anything that would make it obvious to a regular guest.” Hell, apparently it wasn’t obvious to me either.
He turns to face me again and lifts a brow. “Let me see your gummy bear stash.”
I shake my head, laughing. “No way.”
“Fine. I won’t insist on it tonight, but the next time I come over, I expect you to show me.”
“Deal.”
Tate twists around behind me before I have any idea what he’s doing. He grabs my hand—the one I’m using to cross my fingers while I lie to him. I’ve been plotting where I might hide my gummy bears so he won’t know how many I have.
“You naughty, naughty, naughty girl,” he declares.
I blush. He’s right. I guess my behavior was naughty. “What are you going to do, spank me?” I challenge before I can fully think through what I’m suggesting. Does it matter, though? Tate has spanked me before. Lots of times. What makes tonight any different?
I know the answer. We’re not in the Dungeon tonight. We’re alone in my house. If he meant me harm, my safeword would be useless. Granted, there’s no way Theo or Layla would let me go home with a man they didn’t fully trust.
Tate rounds back to my front and cups my face. “Is that what you want, Little one? Would you like me to spank you before you go to bed?”
I find myself nodding. It will feel so good and chase away a lot of the stress I’ve been dealing with for days while I waited for tonight to get here.
“Words, Little one.”
“Yes, Sir. I would like you to spank me. Is that okay?”
“Yes, Sophia. It’s a good idea. I bet you’ll sleep much better after I swat your naughty bottom.” He spins me around and pats my bottom over the ruffles of my dress. “Go get ready for bed. Yell out when you’re done, and I’ll come in.”
I hesitate only a moment before I take off skipping toward my bedroom. I close the door and lean against it for a moment. I can’t believe this is happening. Tate is in my house. I just spent the evening with the sexiest man from the Dungeon, and he’s going to spank me and tuck me into bed. I’ve never had the luxury of being able to go to sleep after a spanking. No matter how hard it was to pull myself together after an amazing scene over a bench with my bottom exposed to the room, I had to drag myself out of subspace and get an Uber to go home before I could collapse.
I’m so excited right now my heart is racing. I rush across the room, already reaching back to unzip my dress. I should have had Tate unzip it before I came in here. It’s hard to get to the zipper, especially since the bodice is so fitted.
Finally I manage to escape the dress. I drop it in the hamper and open the top drawer of my dresser. It takes me a minute before I decide upon a royal blue nightgown. Before I can talk myself out of it, I also remove my blue panties and drop them in the hamper.
When I open the door to the bedroom and stick my head out, I find Tate only a few feet away, staring at me. He points toward the bathroom. “Go potty, Little one, and brush your teeth two times longer than usual. I’m going to check them when you come out.”
I giggle as I step into the bathroom and do his bidding. This time when I come out, he’s in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed. He’s chuckling as I approach.
“What’s funny now?”
“My Little girl who isn’t Little except at the club also has a Tinker Bell nightgown.”
I glance down. Oh, right. The tiny Tinker Bells on this nightie are subtle. After all, it’s blue on blue, but sheesh, he’s right. “They make these for adults.”