Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“You know what? I think I’m fine with spankings,” she said hastily.
“Is that you agreeing to play with us, Little girl?” Ian asked huskily.
Was it?
Yep. Seemed it was.
Be brave.
If she didn’t seize this opportunity, she knew she would always regret it. She wanted something for herself. Even if it was for a short time.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“So brave,” Ian told her. “Don’t worry, we won’t be spanking you until you’re well. But we will be keeping track of any punishments you earn.”
“I’m very good at keeping track of things that interest me,” Jack told her, his eyes dancing.
Suck a jerkbum.
But in the best possible way.
“Remember, nothing happens that you don’t want, understand?” Ian said. “If all you want is to be in Little headspace for a few hours, then that’s what we’ll give you. Anything to help you relax and destress. To take that weight for a while.”
She sniffled. “When did you become so nice?”
“I know, it’s weird, right?” Jack agreed, staring at Ian like he didn’t know him. “Do you think he’s an alien?”
She giggled. “Could be. Do you think they gave him a brain transplant?”
“Definitely mind control.”
Ian just sighed and shook his head. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”
“No way,” she said. “That’s totally going to be the aliens.”
Jack nodded solemnly. “Do you think they’ll have to . . . probe him?”
“It’s the only way to get the data they’ll need.”
“Maybe we should prepare him, then,” Jack suggested.
“It’s the right thing to do,” she agreed.
Jack got off the bed, starting around it.
“What are you doing? Don’t even think about it!” Ian jumped up with a huff, his face irritated. But she couldn’t help but notice that he’d pressed his bum to the wall. “We were still talking.”
“If only that was all the aliens wanted to do.” Jack shook his head with fake sadness.
Ian crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at them both. “Enough. Now, Little girl. Limits? Safeword?”
“Oh. Um. We need that?”
“It’s always safer to have it.”
“Ian likes rules and boundaries.” Jack moved back to the bed, cuddling in next to her. “I don’t like any boundaries.”
“You have to have boundaries or you might set off a trigger,” Ian lectured. “That’s why we have these conversations. Without rules, things could turn into anarchy. No one would know where they stand.”
“He could go on about this for hours,” Jack told her. “It’s best just to give in and tell him yes.”
“Well, as long as you don’t call me a disappointment or tell me that I’m a failure and a mess, I figure we’ll be good. I mean, I might disappoint you, but if you could just tell me nicely, I think that would help.”
There was crushing silence.
“Wow. I really know how to bring the mood of a party down, huh?” she said dryly.
Ian looked furious, but it was Jack she was most worried about. He’d gone silent, but she could practically feel him vibrating beside her.
“We would never do that. Ever! And I don’t want to hear you say any of those things about yourself either.” Ian moved to her other side and sat facing her. He grasped hold of her chin. “I’ve heard you putting yourself down and I won’t have it anymore.”
What would it feel like for these men to be truly hers?
The longing was so great that it felt like she was starving. Desperate.
How did I get this lonely?
“I will kill anyone who ever calls you that,” Jack added.
Okay. He really sounded like he meant that.
That wasn’t scary at all . . . or arousing.
She had issues. Seriously.
“Who called you those things?” Ian asked.
“My family. They had their reasons.”
“No reason is good enough,” Jack told her.
Lord, these two. They were so good for her self-esteem. Reaching out, she cupped Ian’s cheek. Then she did the same to Jack. Both of them relaxed.
Had she done that?
Relaxed them? Brought them peace?
“My safeword is pork pie,” she said hastily. She wanted to get them off the topic of her being a failure as soon as possible.
“Pork pie?” Ian gave her a surprised look.
“I love pork pies. My Gran used to make them. They remind me of her. Of home. I always thought a safeword should give you a sense of safety. You know?”
“Never thought of it that way,” Jack murmured.
“All right. Pork pie, it is. Now, any more limits?” Ian asked gruffly.
What to tell them?
“I don’t like lots of pain. A little bit is all right. I wouldn’t like to be blindfolded. Or trapped in a small space.”
“She doesn’t like elevators after her bitch of a sister put her in one when she was little and she couldn’t find a way out,” Jack said bluntly.
That about summed that up.
“If anything else comes up, you tell us.” Ian eyed her thoughtfully.
“I will, I promise. I’m also going to try to communicate better. And listen to my body.” She gave Jack a small smile and he nodded back.