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)
“Turn around, Little doll,” he orders.
I bite into my bottom lip as I do his bidding.
His brow is furrowed as he lifts my arms and closely examines my chest and tummy. “Please tell me that asshole never touched you inappropriately.”
“He didn’t,” I murmur. Thank goodness. I would have for sure run away from home if he had.
Daddy lowers my arms and faces me away from him yet again. He pulls my panties down to my knees this time and bends in close to my butt. His fingers dance over my skin, giving me goosebumps. “Does your little bottom hurt from the spanking?”
“Not much, Daddy.” I’m panting. He’s so intense at times. I’ve also forgotten about how hard he swatted me. There had been a good amount of pain at the time, but it’s almost gone now.
I blow out a breath when he finally pulls my panties back up and tugs my shirt over my head. “I need to make dinner, Little doll. Would you like to sit near me and keep me company?”
I smile as I look over my shoulder. “Yes, please.”
There are two bar stools at a small butcher-block island in the kitchen area, and Daddy pulls one of them over toward the sink.
I stare at it, wondering what I’m looking at. The stool is ordinary, but there’s some sort of secondary seat on top of it. I finally realize what it is when Daddy lifts me up and sets me on top.
I giggle. “You really take this caregiver role of yours seriously. A booster seat?” It’s custom made to match the wooden stool.
He smirks. “Don’t want you to fall. Lift your arms out of the way.”
When I do so, he brings leather straps around my waist and then nudges my legs open to lift a third strap up between them. This one isn’t ordinary at all though. It has a wooden piece about four inches wide that slides into a notch in the seat between my thighs. I have no idea what the purpose is even after Daddy finishes fastening all the parts in front of me.
Now I can’t close my legs, and the straps are forcing me to sit back in the chair, leaving several inches between me and the odd wooden section. I touch it. “What’s this for, Daddy?”
“It keeps your knees parted.” He taps the straps at my waist. “And as long as I fasten you in tight enough, you can’t rock forward to rub your naughty pussy against anything.”
My breath hitches, and my cheeks heat. “Daddy…”
He lifts a brow. “You should know by now that you can’t lie to me about your arousal. Your sweet cream is running out of you because you like the idea of being restrained like this. It turns you on.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I roll my eyes, but he’s right. I’m horny again. How frustrating that he knows it. It’s not very fair.
He taps the top of the wooden piece again. “This also serves as a base so I can snap a tray onto your seat. And…” He points toward the side of the odd chair. “See those leather straps?”
I shudder, certain I don’t want to hear what they’re for. All the leather pieces look like belts.
He kisses my forehead. “Those are for your wrists. I won’t hesitate to secure your arms away from your body if you can’t keep your fingers away from your naughty nipples or pussy.”
My face grows hotter. He’s so dirty. And it turns me on.
“Now, if you can sit still and keep from squirming while I make dinner, I won’t have to discipline you,” he teases. Except I don’t think he’s exactly joking.
I glance at the window above the sink. There’s a whole world out there. The Earth didn’t stop spinning while I’ve been inside this cabin, acclimating to an unexpected twist in what was my pitiful existence.
There’s an elephant in the room. My stepfather isn’t going to simply let me go. Not a chance. But right now, all I care about is the euphoria that’s making up for years of abuse and slave labor.
Chapter Ten
Orion
I make pasta and meat sauce while Cora watches me. She keeps her hands on the arms of her seat, gripping the armrests. She’s probably worried about what I might do if she touches herself without permission, and she should be. It’s intentional. First, I ordered her to play with her nipples, and then I warned her not to touch them without permission.
Pointing out those restraints at the sides of her booster seat has her squirming. She keeps glancing at them, probably wondering if I’m serious. I hope she challenges me. She’ll only do so because she’s curious to find out what it feels like to be even more restrained.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see that it’s Pryce. “Hey.”