Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
He set his palm on her lower back to steady her trembling body while he squeezed some lube onto her tight hole. When he set it down and began to rub the slick substance into her, she arched her back.
“Stay still, Little one. Keep holding those cheeks wide for Daddy. I want you to get used to exposing your bottom to me. It will help you learn that no part of you is ever off limits to Daddy.”
She moaned deeply as he pushed his finger deep into her hole. He’d done so the other night, but tonight he was doing it before she was in a deeply aroused state. He wanted her to be fully aware of her exposure and her submission.
She was so fucking precious. She barely hesitated to obey him, and this was a very intimate request. If she could push her sweet bottom up for his inspection and hold her cheeks wide for him, she could do anything. The fact that she was panting and her pussy was dripping her arousal from the exposure spoke volumes.
“Such a good girl. Let it feel good, Little one. Concentrate on how Daddy’s finger feels rubbing up inside your bottom. Soon, I’ll start cleaning out your rectum, and I’ll expect you to cooperate.”
She shuddered, but one of the primary benefits of being a shifter was the ability to scent every distinguishable change in her body chemistry. His girl was so unbelievably aroused now that she would probably come with one stroke to her clit.
Gavin reached over, popped the plug from Molly’s mouth, pulled his finger out of her, and pressed the heavy glass into her rectum.
“Daddy…” she moaned, the sound lingering as she rocked forward, still holding her cheeks open like the good girl she was because he hadn’t given her permission to do otherwise.
He cleaned his fingers before reaching for her hands and letting her cheeks close around the plug. He lifted her by the hips and stood her on her feet. With her bottom facing him, he held her steady with one hand and twisted the plug with the other. “So pretty. How does it feel?”
“Weird,” she murmured.
“Turn around, Little one.”
She turned to face him as he rose to his full height. He towered over her, knowing it made her feel very Little. “You’re the prettiest Little girl ever, Molly,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Clasp your hands behind your back for me, Little one.”
She shivered as she obeyed him. The position pushed her breasts forward and forced her shoulders back.
“Good girl.” He flicked her nipples with his pointers, loving the way she rocked into his touch. “The plug is made of glass, which makes it feel heavy in your bottom. It will keep you aware of it every time I put it in you and remind you that Daddy can touch you there whenever he wants.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he’d first brought her home, he never would have expected her to so quickly submit to him. Not on this level. Every Little girl eventually came around to letting her Daddy take total control, but Molly was proving to be not nearly as hesitant and shy as she’d professed.
New mates sometimes found they had a latent personality they hadn’t been aware of, but it usually needed to be gently coaxed out. Standing before him, naked and proud, with a plug in her bottom on what was basically their second sexual encounter was very brave.
Gavin popped the button on his jeans and shrugged out of the rest of his clothes.
Molly licked her lips, her gaze shamelessly homed in on his cock.
Gavin stroked it from base to tip, watching her breath hitch as she subtly leaned forward. “Do you want to taste it, Little one?”
She flinched before answering without looking up, “Yes, Daddy.”
He was so much taller than her that she wouldn’t have to bend far to take him into her mouth. He stepped closer, constantly aware of her scent, ensuring she didn’t panic. He would never ask her to do something she wasn’t eager to try. If he got even a single whiff of fear or trepidation, he would pull back. Putting her mouth on his cock was not a requirement. It never would be.
But his Little girl started panting. Her lips parted. “May I, Daddy?”
He cupped the back of her head. “Such nice manners, Little one. You’ll keep your hands clasped behind you, but you may taste.” He closed the last few inches, held his cock steady, and guided her head toward the tip.
The moment her tongue flicked the slit, his breath hitched. There was no way to hide his racing heart, and there was no need. Like her, he couldn’t hide his scent or body language. They could read each other well.
She tipped her head back to meet his gaze. “What do I do, Daddy?”