Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Under ordinary circumstances, his demands made her horny, but she couldn’t actually get more aroused than she was right now. Even though they’d just consummated their mating, she wanted to do it again. If it was possible, the urge to repeat that performance was even stronger than it had been the first time.
“Good girl,” he praised as he returned to the side of the bed. “I don’t trust that sassy rebellious streak in you,” he joked. “I’m never quite sure if you’ll obey me or not.”
She liked that he was teasing her. She also liked that he obviously wouldn’t mind if she disregarded his rules. He would undoubtedly spank her when she disobeyed him, but was that really a bad thing?
Daddy parted her knees wider and carefully wiped her with a warm damp cloth. “Are you sore, Baby girl?”
“I don’t think so,” she answered honestly. “Why do I feel like we need to do it again? Immediately?”
He chuckled. “That’s normal, and we will. In a few minutes.”
She smiled. “Good. How about now?” She reached for him.
He ignored her outstretched arms and gently rolled her to her side. A moment later, he lifted her top leg several inches, bent it, and settled it on top of a pillow.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked, leery.
He set a hand on her hip, applying just enough pressure to keep her from squirming. “I need to take your temperature, Baby girl.”
Something cold and slippery touched her bottom—specifically her forbidden hole. She clenched her cheeks together and twisted her head to face him even though she couldn’t see anything but the outline of his body. “Daddy?” Her voice rose with her panic.
“The thermometer needs to go in your bottom, Baby girl. Hold still for me.” The tip of the device pressed against her tight opening.
She squirmed hard, trying to free herself while her face heated from the mortification. “No, Daddy.” Her voice sounded high-pitched and desperate even to her own ears.
Daddy gripped her hip firmer, parted her cheeks to expose her rosette to his view, and slid the glass rod into her bottom.
She grabbed at the sheets with her hand, trying to get a grip so she could pull herself away from him. “Daddy, stop. I don’t like it.” The rod felt enormous.
Daddy turned it a few times and pushed it in deeper. “Relax, Baby girl. Daddy will need to take your temperature several times in the night. It’s how I’ll know that you’re getting closer to your first shift.”
“Why?” she squealed. “Can’t I just shift. I don’t want that in my bottom.”
He pulled it out a tiny bit and then went deeper. “Daddy will be intimate with every inch of you, Little rebel. Inside and out. Even your bottom. You already know that.”
She shook her head back and forth, unable to get him to stop. Her heart raced. And, and…and her pussy throbbed. The next time he eased the rod deeper, a rush of wetness escaped her, and her breath hitched.
Damon set a knee on the bed and climbed up next to her. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder before inhaling deeply. “Don’t lie to Daddy.”
She gasped and bit her lip. Darn him for being able to scent her so easily. Resigned, she forced her body to relax and stopped fighting him. She wasn’t going to win. She just needed to wait this out. Surely it was almost over.
A whoosh of breath left her when he finally removed the thick rod. She imagined him looking at it, and the rustling must have been him cleaning it off before he leaned away from her and set it on the nightstand with a clink.
She hadn’t moved, and she was glad when he returned to spoon her body from behind. His cock nestled against her bottom, and he slid his thigh up against her pussy.
Olivia rubbed herself against him. She needed the friction like a drug.
“That’s my good girl. Take what you need, Little rebel.” He brushed her hair from her face as he pushed his thigh more firmly against her. “Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll thrust into you from behind.”
She was ready now.
He stroked her cheek with one finger. She was pretty sure he was propped up on an elbow staring at her, and she was so jealous that he could do so.
“You’re so beautiful, Olivia,” he whispered reverently. “Like sunshine and happiness. Do you want my cock inside you?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to finger your bottom while I make you come on my cock again?”
Her breath hitched at both the words and the easy tone he’d used. She was about to twist around and glare at him, but he slid his hand down her butt cheek and tapped her tight hole.
“Daddy…” she breathed out.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Most Little wolves like their bottoms played with. There are nerve endings inside you that heighten your arousal.” He stroked the puckered hole. “My finger will feel even better than the thermometer. I promise.”