Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“How is…the cat?” I garble awkwardly.
“Frida?” Tess lifts the kitten to show her off as I take a step back, tripping over my feet, nearly taking the cabin wall down when I fall against it. “She’s doing a lot better with the new food. She’s playing a lot more. You have no idea how much you’ve helped us. It’s a huge weight off my shoulders.”
“I like helping you.” I right myself, standing but gripping my temples, unsure what to do or say. “She seems important to you.”
“She’s my first.” Tess snuggles the kitten to her cheek.
For a minute, I’m not thinking about how that little kitten could launch itself at my face and tear out my eyes. I’m imagining that Tess is holding a baby. Our baby. Something that we made together, all round and sweet. She’s gonna be a good mom.
And I’m gonna put the babies in her. Lots of them. The thought surges straight to my cock.
“She’s also the reason I got kicked out of my mom’s house.” Tess lets the kitten out of her hands. Frida bounces across the bed, chasing something I can’t see. “I spent years working odd jobs to help my mom pay the bills, but she couldn’t handle it when I asked for one thing in return. Just one thing.”
“You’ve been working for years?” My brow lowers over my eyes in disapproval.
Nobody should have made my girl work. I wouldn’t let her. If I could, I’d let her relax and do whatever she wanted, waiting for me to come home from the forest and stuff her full of dick. I’ll breed her with a dozen tiny versions of us, just to see her round with each one. Just to see her tits swollen with milk.
I want to have a house full. And I’ll learn to change diapers and be gentle and read bedtime stores, so my queen can lie back and enjoy her life.
And make more babies for me.
“You’re young to have a lot of work experience.”
“Eighteen.” She mouths it quietly, like it’s a tempting secret.
She’s barely more than a child, but even I know the law says she’s a grown up. Not that the law means much to me living up here, except when it comes to these papers and taxes and leases.
I hate the law.
I was already honing barn beams and working the timber saw at the mill when she was born. “How’ve you worked so long?”
“Well, my mom always said I was never going to amount to anything, so there was no point in school. I had to legally go until I was sixteen, then she told me it was time to go to work. She said I’m not smart enough to be a big shot lawyer, or good enough with my hands for medicine, or like—yeah, I dropped out of school and just went to work.” She shrugs with a sad acceptance in her eyes and I want to go meet her mother and introduce her to the son-in-law that’s going to be sure she never hurts his wife again.
I press my hand against her chest, feeling her heartbeat, and her eyes snap up.
“You don’t have to work anymore,” I blurt out.
“No?” She smiles a little, and the dimple on her cheek has a chokehold on my heart.
“You don’t have to model nude. Never. I won’t allow it.”
“Rutger…”
“They can’t look at you naked.” An invisible noose tightens around my windpipe.
“I already told Lindsay I’d do a class tomorrow,” she says. There’s a little teasing to her voice. Like she knows this is going to get me fired up, and she wants it.
And damn it, she’s right. My hands are already clenching into fists at the thought of my wife showing any other motherfucker her fucking gorgeous body.
“You’re mine.” I fold my arms across my chest. I know I’m pouting. I just don’t know how to make her understand. “You will obey me. Let me breed you and keep you and carry you everywhere and make sure you never have to work another day in your life.”
She blinks up at me, her mouth opening and closing without a word. She raises one finger, and starts to say something, then thinks better of it.
“Mine,” I repeat.
“You know that whole ‘Obey me. Let me breed you. You never have to work again,’ thing is kind of… not how human beings operate anymore, right? You’ve heard of feminism?”
“No.”
She laughs, but I see the shudder pass through her body. I know fear when I smell it.
Good. Right now, she should be scared. Because if I have to lock her away to stop her taking her clothes off in front of strangers, I will.
“You’re... such a funny mix of contrasts. Sometimes the way you watch over me makes me feel like you’re my daddy. But sometimes I talk to you, and you’re like a little kid.”