Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
When the row of beads was fully seated, he turned the rubber loop left outside her body in a slow circle, bringing attention to the toy deep inside her.
His cock was going to revolt, but it could wait. Now was not the time for him to orgasm. This lesson was for his Little girl. She would need to learn to accept what he offered her. She would also need to learn to wait patiently for permission to come.
Hayes had never once considered introducing his mate to any of the toys he’d purchased for her this early in their relationship. He certainly hadn’t expected to do any such thing today before she’d even shifted for the first time. But Rylee was full of surprises. One of them was her submissive nature that didn’t need the sort of honing other mates needed.
The more important unexpected turn of events was her heightened sense of smell. It was customary for mates to have sex several times between consummation and the female’s first shift, but the frenzy Rylee was experiencing was unlike others.
He couldn’t take her as many times as she would like in the coming hours. If he did, she would end up very sore. Even her ability to heal rapidly wouldn’t be enough for him to enter her as many times as she might request.
Instead, he needed to get creative. The anal beads were one step toward that goal. Distraction. Based on the way she accepted the thermometer, his finger, and the toy into her bottom, he wouldn’t be surprised if he could coax her to come from very little other contact.
“You may stand now, Little one,” he said as he slid a hand around her waist to help her.
He turned her in his arms and tipped her face back with a finger under her chin. “How does that feel, Baby girl?” He set his other hand on her bottom to turn the loop in another circle.
“Weird,” she murmured, clenching her bottom.
He bent to kiss her lips before taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen. The sun was going down, bathing the room in nothing but the soft light coming in through the back windows and the door.
Hayes guided her toward the glass door, angled her so she was facing out, and lifted her hands to set them on the cool surface above her head. He stood behind her with his hands on her hips. “The view is amazing, isn’t it, Little one?”
“Breathtaking, Daddy,” she whispered. She looked all around, probably making sure no one was staring back at her, seeing her naked body.
Hayes smoothed his hands up to cup her breasts, weighing the perfect globes in his palms before thumbing her nipples.
His Little girl’s breath hitched, and she rose onto her toes.
Hayes stepped closer, pressing his front against her back, nudging one leg between hers so that the rubber loop rested against his thigh. Maintaining one hand around her breast, he lowered the other down her tummy until he found her clit with his middle finger.
She moaned as he stroked the swollen nub. “Daddy…” The one word was breathy. She was horny, but she wasn’t out of her head from the scent of her own arousal.
Hayes slid his finger lower and pushed it up inside her soaked pussy, glancing up to see her fingers gripping the glass as if she could use the window to hold on.
When he pulled his finger out of her, more of her essence escaped to run down her thighs. He brought his soaked finger up to her mouth and tapped her lips. “Taste yourself, Little one.”
She flicked his finger with her tongue.
He watched closely, needed to see her reaction. Nothing unusual happened, so he continued, “Open for Daddy, Rylee. Suck your juices off my finger.”
A soft purr left her lips as she obeyed him, parting her lips and allowing him to enter her mouth with his pointer.
“Good girl. Lick it clean, Rylee.”
She moaned as she sucked, and damn but the visual made his cock so fucking hard. He needed to control himself. It wouldn’t help his point at all if he came in the kitchen.
She was growing warmer. Her legs were shaking. He needed to end this experiment and put her out of her misery. She needed to be fed again, and then she would nap in his arms.
But first… He removed his finger with a soft pop. “Such a good girl,” he repeated. He lowered his hand back down between her legs, thrust his finger into her as deeply as possible, and ground his palm against her clit. “Come, Rylee,” he ordered.
She came for him, her orgasm so powerful that he had to hold her up with his thigh. He released her breast and used that arm to wrap around her middle, not removing his digit from inside her pussy until she was fully sated and limp.