Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Yeah, Jensen was still worried about her dad. She might have had a revelation, but he suspected Chase Dawson wasn’t going to have one about him or Niall. It was a problem he would deal with later. “Right now, all you have to worry about is being a sweet sub. I want you to stop thinking about anything but me and Niall. There’s no future right now. No past. Just two Doms who want you more than their next breath and a night where we take care of you. This is how tonight is going to go. We’re going to play for a while and then we’ll have dinner and watch whatever we can get on that old-ass TV of mine, and then we’ll go to bed and hold you and kiss and cuddle you and we’ll figure tomorrow out when it happens.”
A long sigh of relief came from her chest, and he watched as she visibly relaxed. “I think I can do that, Sir.”
He wanted to do all the talking, needed to believe there was some kind of future for them, but he pushed it aside because this was what she needed. Niall brought out a small paddle and handed it over.
“How bratty were you today?” Niall asked.
Her head came up. “I thought we weren’t talking about the past.”
“Then give me another reason to spank you because you don’t take it for any reason. You like the play involved. You like to be disciplined,” Niall pointed out. “Is it going to hit the same way if he’s doing it because you like it?”
Her nose wrinkled. “I don’t like how much you know about psychology either. You should never have taken all of Gabe’s Dom school classes.”
Niall grinned, a wholly happy expression. “Oh, princess, I learned all of this from Leo Meyer’s classes.”
He was going to have to take classes. He was going to have to sink himself into this lifestyle, and damn but that didn’t sound so bad. “You do like to be disciplined. Even though you know you didn’t do anything wrong, you like the idea of it. So tell me how bratty you were today. How much shit did you talk on us?”
“A whole lot, Sir,” she replied.
“And you deserve to talk shit on us,” he admitted. “You also deserve this.”
He pulled back the paddle and slapped that gorgeous ass. Harlow’s ass was plump and round, and he loved getting his hands on it. But he also loved the way her whole body went tense and then released when he used a paddle on it. And he adored how pink her skin got. Perfectly rosy. He gave her a rapid ten and then pulled back.
“This is for talking about how difficult you are. Because you are not. You are a reasonable, lovely woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t shrink back from asking for it. That is not difficult.” He loved the sounds she made when he spanked her. Those breathy moans went straight to his dick, tightening up his whole body in pure anticipation.
He gave her twenty this time, peppering the smacks all across her cheeks and thighs, making her moan and squirm, but she remained still. She held on, her chest moving with the force of her breaths. Her head fell forward.
He let his hand brush over the warm skin of her backside. She moaned slightly and opened her legs, obviously remembering how their sessions used to go. He would spank her and then slide his hand between her thighs so he could test how she was reacting.
She was wet. She always got so fucking wet for him. Her pussy was soft and ripe already. Her arousal coated his fingers, and he brought them to his lips, tasting how much she wanted. He loved her taste and smell and how he felt when they were close. Like the world made sense again.
He passed the paddle back to Niall. “I think she’s ready to move on.”
He definitely was. The night was going to be a special one.
* * * *
Harlow wasn’t sure what they were moving on to, but her whole body was humming with a pleasant arousal.
No future. No past. Just tonight.
She could handle that, but the thought of Jensen working with her played around in the back of her mind.
Was he ready this time?
She could accept that he was a dumbass who thought he was saving her. She could accept that Niall was a dumbass who thought he was helping a friend and got caught up in a trap she had not laid out for him.
Actually, now that she thought about it, Jensen was the one who laid the trap, but he did it in a dumbass way, and now they might all be trapped.
“I wouldn’t like what you’re thinking right now, would I?” Niall asked, and he was holding a big old anal plug. She was fairly certain it was also a vibrator.