Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 8 — HARMONY
(ALTERNATE CHAPTER)
Tark cuddled me close, stroking my hair.
“You know, in some Orc Tribes they have a custom—a kind of relationship between a male and a female when she’s been orphaned,” he murmured.
“What kind of relationship?” I asked, snuggling closer to him. It seemed like I just couldn’t get close enough.
“It might sound kind of strange to you,” Tark said. “But the male sometimes acts like a kind of father figure to the female who’s been orphaned. I need to point out that it only happens among consenting adults—those who have come of age,” he added quickly.
“So…how is that different from what you’re doing right now?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Well, he doesn’t just comfort her—he cares for her,” Tark said carefully. “Like…he bathes her and chooses her clothes and dresses and undresses her and cooks for her. He lets her just be little, if that makes sense. It allows her to regain some of the childhood that she lost—to feel the love she missed when her parents passed into the Beyond.”
“I think I know what you’re talking about,” I said slowly. “I’ve read about something like that in the, uh, ‘Human Realm.’ It’s some kind of a kink.”
“A kink?” He frowned. “What’s that?”
“You know—a sexual fetish,” I explained, my cheeks getting red. “Like in the human version the girl gets off on calling the guy ‘Daddy’ sometimes.”
Tark gave me a half-lidded look.
“Hmm, I think I like that. But how do you feel about it? Would you like to call me ‘Daddy?’”
I felt an immediate rush of sensation that ran through my whole body. I wasn’t sure why this idea appealed to me so strongly but it did—it really did. All my life I’d been missing that sense of caring—that feeling of being protected and loved by a strong male father-figure.
“God, yes,” I blurted. “If…if you don’t think it’s weird. I mean, treating me like I’m little and you’re my—”
“Your protector—that’s what a Daddy is,” he said firmly. Stroking my cheek, he looked into my eyes. “And a good Daddy will always take care of his Babygirl. You know that, right?”
My breath seemed to catch in my throat.
“Take care of me how, Daddy?” I asked softly, rubbing against him.
“Mmm, how would you like me to take care of you, baby?” he rumbled, his eyes lazy with lust.
Being that close to him when I was feeling so many emotions—feeling so open and vulnerable with him—seemed to be doing something to my body. Pressing my face to his neck, I breathed him in and felt myself reacting to his wild, woodsy scent. My nipples were suddenly hard and between my thighs I felt wet and ready.
“How do you think?” I whispered. I rubbed against him, moaning softly as my tight nipples pressed against his broad chest. God, what was wrong with me? One minute I was bawling my eyes out and the next I was so horny I felt like I might crawl out of my skin!
Tark sensed the shift in me because when he pulled back from our embrace to look at me, his golden eyes were half-lidded.
“Mmm, what’s going on with you, Babygirl?” he murmured. “Feeling some kind of way, are you? Like you need Daddy to take care of you?”
“I might be,” I admitted breathlessly. “Tark…I think…no, I know—I want to be naked with you. And…and let you take care of me.”
His eyes blazed and then went lazy with lust and his voice dropped to a soft growl.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for that yet, baby.”
“Yes, I am,” I insisted. “I know we haven’t been together that long but I trust you! And I want…no, I need to be close to you. With no clothes on.”
“All right, but we’re taking it slow,” he said. “And we’re not going further than I think you can handle.”
Then he lifted me in his arms and carried me into the bedroom.
CHAPTER 9 — HARMONY
(ALTERNATE CHAPTER)
Tark lay me down gently on his enormous bed and I felt like a princess in a fairytale. He had a deep red coverlet that was made of some kind of extremely soft fur. It felt amazing against my cheek when I rubbed against it—I wondered how it would feel against my nude body.
I’ll admit, I was a little shy to be naked in front of him—especially after hearing how “fat” I was from Mr. Price. But the curtains were drawn and the day outside was cloudy, which meant the bedroom was quite dim. So when Turk took off his shirt and then got on the bed with me, I started unbuttoning my blouse.
“No, wait—let me,” he rumbled, putting one big hand on mine to stop me.
I looked up at him.
“You want to…”
“I want to undress you. Didn’t I say I was going to take care of you, baby?” he asked.