Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
“I . . . what? Really?” Why would he feel that way?
“Really. I know it’s because you trust me . . . at least a small bit. And that’s something I never want to betray. I just wanted you to know that. I’ll never laugh at you or make fun of you . . . I want to know your Little. So anytime you feel like slipping into Little headspace, I’m here.”
She leaned her forehead against his chest. “I worry a lot about how people see me.”
It was as much as she could admit.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him. “Well, you never have to worry about that with me. Because all I want is for you to be happy. I don’t care about what your hair looks like or your clothes. I do care about whether you’re happy, or sassy or in need of a butt warming.”
“I’m never going to be in need of a butt warming.”
He patted her bottom lightly. “We’ll see. I can definitely see some spankings in your future. And Owen said you’re already owed thirty.”
“Daddy Owen is a meanie-pants.”
He snorted. “I’d like to see you tell him that. I like that you call him Daddy Owen.”
“You do?” She leaned back to look up at him.
“Yeah. He needs someone like you. Someone who sees him. Ester, our ex, never did. He stuck to the outside of our relationship. I didn’t see it back then, but I do now. And I’m ashamed I didn’t realize how much he wasn’t included. By any of us.”
She chewed at her lip, her heart aching for Owen.
Beck freed her lip. “I bet that when you’re in Little headspace you won’t worry so much. At least, not about your Big problems. You will have to worry about obeying your Daddies. Pleasing us.”
“Yes, I’m sure I’ll spend all my time worrying about obeying and pleasing you,” she said dryly. He could be just as arrogant as the rest of them.
“That’s what I thought.” He winked at her. “But you won’t have to worry about anything else. Because that’s our job.”
Lord. That sounded like heaven.
“Would you like a taste of that right now?”
“I don’t know if I know how to slip into Little headspace.”
“Owen said you don’t have much experience.”
“Ahh yeah, I don’t.” She dropped her gaze, feeling embarrassed by her lack of experience.
He tilted her face back. He was very big on making her look at him. “Good.”
“Good?”
“Yes. That means that my brothers and I can introduce you to a whole lot of firsts. I like that. I might be the sane one here . . . because the rest of them are nuts. But that doesn’t mean I’m not as possessive or jealous. I am. I like that we’ll show you how we like things. That so many of your firsts will belong to us. You want to be brave, Freckles?”
She knew what she should say . . . but her good sense had gone out the window a long time ago.
“Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Satisfaction flooded Beck.
Fuck. This girl.
So damn perfect. She was meant for them. He could feel it. Today was the first time that the three of them had taken time off just to have fun in forever.
The only thing that could have made it better was Hux being with them.
That guy needed to pull his head out of his ass.
But Beck had a feeling that Hux wouldn’t be able to resist this girl for long.
“Owen said your safeword is red.”
She nodded.
“Words, Freckles. If you don’t want to talk while in Little headspace, that’s fine. But during negotiation, I need words.”
“Yes, Sir. It’s red.”
“That’s my good girl. And your boundaries? Is there anything you don’t want me to do? Are you all right with me stripping you naked to bathe you? Are you okay with bondage? Being blindfolded? Being punished?”
“You’re going to blindfold and bind me while I’m in the bath?”
“What? No!” He shook his head. “Those were examples. I’d never do that while you were in the bath.”
“Oh. Right. I’m okay with those things. I think.”
“You think?”
“I’ve never done any of that, so how will I know?”
Shit. She had a good point.
“All right, so if there’s something you don’t want to do or are unsure of, say red. We’ll stop, talk about it, and decide if you want to keep going. Okay?”
“Yes. All right.”
“Good girl, you’re being so brave. Are you going to let Daddy Beck take care of you?”
She nodded.
“Words, Freckles,” he demanded. “So I’m certain this is what you want.”
“It . . . it is.”
“Sure?”
“Just nervous,” she admitted.
“Nerves are fine, Freckles. Being scared isn’t. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy Beck.”
Satisfaction filled his face, making her feel less nervous. This is really what he wanted.
Her.
He wanted to spend time with her Little. To take care of her. She just hoped that she could relax enough to enter Little headspace. She was so used to suppressing that side of herself.