Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“Baby, no, you know that’s not it. But you can’t just demand my cock like that.”
Actually, that wasn’t true.
He’d likely have given it to her if Tobias had been around. Although he might have made her wait until he was ready.
She blinked and glanced up at him and around. “Shoot. Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.”
Getting up, she rushed off into the bedroom.
Fuck.
He’d fucked that up.
Immy ignored the knock on the bedroom door. She’d stripped off her onesie and diaper. Which had been crazy weird to do herself
Now she was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a bathrobe.
Idiot, Immy.
She’d totally fucked that up.
She pinched the top of her hand as punishment.
“Immy. Open up. Please, Twinkles.”
Nope. Not happening. She was going to take a shower.
“Immy. Open up. Now.”
But she ignored that firm order and got up, walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
She was naked in the shower when he stormed into the bathroom and opened the door.
A small scream escaped her. “How did you get in?”
“Found the key in the kitchen,” he told her before picking her up by the waist and carrying her out of the shower.
“I wasn’t finished.”
“I’ll shower you later.” He turned the shower off and she attempted to stride away, but he simply grabbed her and dried her off. Then he took hold of her wrist and led her into the bedroom. Then he pointed at the bed. “Kneel, face me, knees wide apart.”
“W-what?”
“Now.”
She got into position. Luckily, she hadn’t wet her hair or she’d be getting the bedcover all wet.
“Jenner—”
“Until I tell you otherwise, there’s no talking. Not unless I ask you a direct question. And you better answer honestly. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded.
She also worried that she might have unleashed something she wasn’t quite ready for.
“Right. First off, the number one thing is that you don’t ever lock a door between us, Immy. You want your privacy, I will try to give it to you, I swear. But I will struggle. Because you and I have always been tight. We’ve always been us. Even if I was a dick, first because I was a bit blind, then mostly because I’ve got shit in my head that messes with my good sense. But we never lock doors between us. Okay?”
She figured she was allowed to say something now. “Okay.”
He cupped her chin with his hand and leaned in, his eyes intense. “Okay?”
Obviously he hadn’t believed her and she sighed, then nodded. “Yes. No more locked doors.”
She didn’t like it either.
He heaved out a big sigh.
“Right, next. What happened in the living room . . . you going for my cock and me saying no . . . you know it’s not because I don’t want you, right?”
This was trickier. “I know.”
“Immy. Look at me. I want you. Always. Every fucking second of every day.”
It’s just as well there was a moratorium on the swear jar while they were here.
She stared up at him. “You do?”
“Of course I fucking do.” He kneeled by the bed and placed his hands on her thighs, staring at her bare pussy. “If I could live with my face between these thighs, I would. But I haven’t trusted myself for a long time with you. You know I worry that I’ve got some of him inside me. That his words about you will twist something inside me and I’ll hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
“It hurts, sometimes, when you won’t touch me when we’re alone,” she confessed. She knew she wasn’t supposed to speak, but she needed to get that out.
But he didn’t protest her talking, instead he closed his eyes, and the pain on his face was too much.
“I’m sorry!” she said immediately. “I didn’t mean it. I’ll try to be more patient. I’m an idiot. It doesn’t matter.”
“Stop,” he said firmly. “It does matter. And it matters because it hurts you and this is something I promised myself I was gonna stop doing.”
“But if you don’t want me, then I don’t want to force you. I felt so awful after I tried to force you just now.”
“Baby.” There was softness on his face. “It’s not force when I want it. You don’t think I didn’t want your mouth on my cock? Fuck, I want that all the time. What you do need to remember is that I’m in charge, though. You think you can handle that?”
“Haven’t I already been handling that?” she asked in bewilderment. “You guys are always in charge.”
“I suppose that’s true. But how would you handle being tied up? Not being allowed to move. Being taken however I want to take you.”
“I think I can handle that. As long as you don’t be mean to me or humiliate me.”
“Not my kink, baby. All I want is to treat you like the precious, amazing woman you are. But I do like to have complete control.”