Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“You said that before. Are you planning to hit me when you’re not angry?” she asks.
I chuckle. “If it’s something you enjoy, absolutely. But not right now.”
“Enjoy?” Her voice rises. “Why would I enjoy being hit? I can tell you I hate it. Vincent slapped me across the face more times than I can count. I’ve rarely gone more than a few days without being grabbed too firmly or slapped. It’s demeaning and insulting. I don’t want to be here if you’re going to hit me, too.”
“Vincent struck you in anger because he’s an abusive prick. That will never happen here. Lion shifters are by nature far less likely to lash out at others. We’re calm and rational. We love fiercely and will do anything to protect our mates. You’re my world now, and I would never injure you.”
She pushes out her bottom lip. “But you said—”
I shake my head. “Don’t misunderstand, Little doll. You’re inherently submissive. Fate wouldn’t have put you in my path and caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand at attention if you weren’t perfect for me. Together we’ll explore what that submission looks like. We’ll figure out what your needs are. But many Little girls like you enjoy a firm spanking now and then.”
She gasps, eyes wide. “You would spank me?”
“If it’s something you crave, yes. If not, no.”
“You mean like my butt?”
I chuckle. “Usually. It’s customary to take naughty girls over the knees and swat their naked bottoms to help them release their stress. I suspect you have years of pent-up stress that needs release, and you might benefit from regular spankings, sometimes on your bottom, sometimes on other parts of your body. But we’ll find out.”
She pushes at me, trying to sit upright. “No way. That’s crazy. I would never agree to voluntarily let you spank me.”
Keeping my arms around her, I rest the bottle between her legs and hold her close to my chest. I kiss her temple. “We’ll see, Little doll. If you hate it, we’ll find some other method of discipline that will give you the release you crave.”
She clutches at my shirt with her good hand. I know she’s confused. It’s hard to grasp allowing herself to be punished. It’s not a concept most humans can wrap their heads around. There is a subset of the population that enjoys the benefits of bondage and discipline, but by and large it’s an unusual practice for the average vanilla population.
I’m not just human, though. I’m a lion shifter. Me and my pride brothers crave the sort of Dominant/submissive relationship with our mates that includes disciplinary aspects.
She jerks her head back to look at me. “What other parts of me do you intend to spank?”
Ah, she caught that. I smile. “Cora, some Little girls really enjoy pain in various forms. You might find you like having your nipples or even your pussy swatted.”
All the blood leaves her face as she stares at me. She instinctively tries to squeeze her legs together, brought short by the bottle between her thighs. At the same time, she covers her breasts with both hands over the flannel, protecting them as if I had intended to swat her tender buds right this instant.
“Never,” she blurts out.
I simply smile and shrug. “We’ll see.”
“No, we won’t,” she grumbles emphatically.
“Cora, this isn’t something you need to fret over right now. Focus on relaxing and taking your bottle. I’ve never heard of any Little girl being injured while sucking on a nipple,” I tease.
My girl sighs and leans back in my arms.
I’m pleased. One point for me. This is huge.
This time when I hold the nipple to her mouth, she accepts it.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise. “Suckle for me. Let Daddy feed you.”
Her cheeks pinken as she begins to suck, tentatively at first and then in earnest. I’m sure she’s undernourished and starving. Not only was Vincent using her for slave labor, but he wasn’t feeding her enough. This was obvious when he instructed her to make him a sandwich but ordered her not to eat our food herself.
Eventually, her small hand comes up to mine where I’m holding the bottle. I don’t think she’s aware of the gesture. It feels nice as she absently grips on to me.
Her eyes grow heavy as she downs every drop of the bottle. She needed the nutrients, and I’m not surprised she’s tired. I bet she hasn’t slept well in a long time.
When the bottle is empty, she’s dozing, and her lips are still gently suckling as I remove the nipple.
I set the bottle on the end table, open the drawer, and grab a pacifier. It’s easy to get her to accept it in her unconscious state, and I’m so fucking happy. I want to step outside, shift, and roar loud enough for the world to know that I’ve found my mate, and I’m never letting her go.