Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
The apartment she lived in wasn’t far from the club so it was only a few minutes later that the sleek silver vehicle pulled into the parking area.
“All right.” Courick leaned across and helped her get out of the seat belt harness thing without asking. Then he looked at her appraisingly. “Can you walk all right or would you rather I carried you?”
“What?” Addison stared up at him in surprise. “Oh, I can walk,” she said quickly.
“All right.” He nodded. “Let me get my med kit and we’ll go up to your domicile.”
Addison got out of the vehicle, wincing as she did so. Her ass really did sting—she hoped he had some kind of Kindred medicine in his kit that would help it feel better and heal up quickly. She’d never been into any kind of blood play or blood letting—that definitely wasn’t her kink. So this was an unfamiliar situation for her.
She led the way up to her second story apartment and opened the door, glad that she’d recently cleaned. Her living room was pretty standard—couch, TV, chair and it led into a small kitchen and a tiny breakfast nook which served as her dining room. On the opposite side of the apartment and down a short hallway were the bathroom and her bedroom.
It was the bedroom Addison headed for now. She intended to change into something that didn’t have blood stains on it. But to her surprise, though she hadn’t asked him to come with her, Courick followed along.
“Uh, excuse me,” she said uncertainly as she opened the door. “This is my bedroom, so it’s kind of—you know—private.”
“Is it?” He pushed the door wider and stared inside, just as though he had every right to do it.
“Hey!” Addison exclaimed. She wanted to slam the door closed again, but it was too late—her stern boss had already gotten a look.
More than any other room in her apartment, the bedroom reflected the way she saw herself—or wished to see herself.
There was a pink princess canopy bed with unicorns and fairies on the lacy coverlet that would make any little’s heart happy. Beside it was a rocking chair where a Daddy Dom might sit and cuddle his little while he read her a bedtime story. There were plenty to choose from—in a white bookcase beside the chair was a whole collection of the books Addison had loved best when she was younger.
In the far corner was a huge, overstuffed teddy bear with pink and purple fur. There was a mountain of other plushies surrounding him of all types and sizes. Addison knew she spent more than she should on them, but she couldn’t help herself—she just loved them so much! It made her little heart happy to get a new one—even if she was just buying them for herself.
To her intense discomfort, Courick walked right in and began looking around.
“This is your bedchamber?” he asked, frowning at the unicorns on the bedspread.
“Um…yes,” Addison admitted. What else could she say?
“It seems…it seems to be decorated for a much younger female,” he remarked. There was no judgment in his voice—just curiosity, but Addison still felt put on the defensive.
“That’s my business!” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “I never asked you to come in here and start criticizing my decorating!”
“I’m not criticizing—I’m trying to understand,” Courick corrected her.
“There’s nothing to understand except the fact that I came in here to change clothes. So you’ll have to leave,” she said, putting a hand on her hip.
He frowned.
“Not until I tend your wounds.” He went and sat on the side of her princess bed. It looked tiny next to his big body and the bed frame creaked ominously but held when he sat on it. Courick patted his lap and looked up at her expectantly. “Well? Come here.”
“What?” Against her will, Addison found herself moving closer to the big Kindred. “What are you expecting to do?”
“First I’ll disinfect your wounds and then I’ll apply a healing ointment that should make them close up almost at once,” Courick promised. “Now come here and lay across my lap so I can treat you.”
“What? No way!” Addison exclaimed, feeling a blush heating her cheeks. Again, he was acting just like a Daddy Dom, but she couldn’t help being embarrassed at the idea of lying across her boss’s lap and letting him rub ointment into her ass!
Commander Courick’s golden eyes darkened.
“Addison,” he said sternly. “You promised to let me take care of you tonight. So come here and let me do it.”
“But…but it’s so embarrassing. Can’t you just give me the ointment and let me go in the bathroom and rub it in myself?” she begged.
Courick shook his head.
“You might miss a spot. You’re wounded in a very delicate area that’s difficult to treat yourself. So I’m going to treat it for you. Now come here. No more arguments!”