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)
“It’s a plan,” Suzette agreed. She squeezed Olivia’s hand. “The two of us get kind of naughty when we’re together. I apologize in advance if you end up getting your bottom spanked when the Daddies get back.”
Olivia’s face heated, and she licked her lips. “I guess I’m not the only one who secretly likes getting spanked.”
“Definitely not,” Jezebel informed her. “I think it’s in our DNA or something. My day never feels complete if I haven’t been face down over Daddy’s lap at least once getting my naked bottom swatted.” Another giggle.
Olivia knew she was going to love these women to pieces.
“Here?” Olivia asked.
“Another inch to the right,” Suzette said. “Yes there.”
Olivia had presumably painted the stems for a bouquet of flowers on the bottom half of the paper. Suzette had set a small rock at the top of each stem to use as a guide for Olivia to start the flowers.
“Blue?” she asked, holding her brush out to where she thought she remembered they’d told her the blue paint was. She had six jars of paint in front of her. Each was sitting on a different slat of the picnic table wood.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. She repeated the order in her head. The colors of the rainbow. Left to right. It was a great system.
“Yep,” Jezebel responded, “and can I just say your stems look much better than mine. I’m never going to be an artist.”
Olivia giggled. “That can’t be true. Are my leaves anywhere near the stems?”
Suzette spoke next. “Yes. They’re perfect. I can’t believe you’ve never done this before.”
Olivia concentrated as she carefully removed one rock, keeping her finger on that spot. She lifted the brush with the blue paint and went into her head to draw the flower. It didn’t really matter if it was good or not. What mattered was that she hadn’t had this much fun in forever. She hoped her Daddy would maybe get her some crayons and paints and give her the freedom to be creative. She knew he would. He would do anything for her.
“It must be such a relief to find out your wolf can see,” Suzette said, schooling her voice.
Olivia nodded. “It was the happiest moment of my life. Well, second happiest. The happiest one happened a few hours before that,” she whispered. She knew Elias was sitting on the other side of the deck slightly out of hearing range because Suzette had strongarmed him into giving them some “girl privacy.”
Both girls stifled a giggle. “Of course,” Jezebel agreed.
Olivia drew in a breath. “I don’t mind if you ask me questions. I’m not sad or anything. You won’t hurt my feelings. Sometimes kids at school were not nice to me. They used to tease me about my glasses, or because my hair was crooked, or my clothes were not straight, or whatever they could think of, but my mother told me they were just jealous because I had a mark and they didn’t, so I stopped letting them bother me.”
“We would never make fun of you,” Jezebel said.
“I know.” Olivia smiled. “And that’s why you can ask me things.”
“Do you spend a lot of time in wolf form now?” Suzette asked.
“Yes. A lot. Daddy doesn’t like it much, but I can read when I’m in my wolf form. Plus, I can see him. It’s too bad I can either see him or talk to him but not both at the same time. He gets lonely when I spend too much time in my wolf form.”
“Yeah, I guess that would happen, but it would be tempting,” Suzette agreed.
Olivia had questions, too. Or at this point perhaps they were more like observations. “When I first arrived at Damon’s house, I was shocked to find out he wanted me to submit in such an odd way. I thought he was babying me and being overprotective because of my visual impairment. He kept assuring me that every Alpha Daddy coddles their Little girl and enforces such ridiculous safety rules. I wasn’t sure I believed him until I got here today. I’m so relieved to find out it’s true.”
“Yep,” Suzette said, “Brock is extremely strict. That’s why I was in timeout when you got here.”
Olivia smiled. “It may sound weird, but I was so incredibly pleased to see you in time out. Not because I wanted you to get in trouble but because it meant my Daddy had not lied to me. It calmed me immediately.”
“I’m glad my red bottom helped you feel at home,” Suzette joked, giggling.
“I’m going to use purple next,” Olivia said more to herself as she set her fingers around the purple paint jar and lined her brush up with it. She had swished the brush in a cup of water after the blue. She could only hope she washed most of it off, but it didn’t really matter. She was no Picasso.