Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“It’s not . . . is that because of me? Because I can handle your work hours, Daddy.”
“Partly it’s because I want to spend more time with you. And that isn’t a bad thing so don’t take it on as though it was. I want to look after you, but that’s as much about me as you. But a big part is that I went into this profession to help people.”
“And you do.”
“I know. But I think I could help them more at the clinic. Or reach more people in need. So I was thinking of doing more there. It’s just a thought at the moment.”
“I think it’s a good one. You should do what makes you happy, Hack.”
“What would make me happy is if you talked to me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“Cock warming.”
47
Oh, hell.
Had she really just blurted that out? She could feel herself growing even more red. It was a sickness. She had to learn to filter.
Although she didn’t really know how else she would say it.
I want to suck on your cock until I get comfortable enough with it that I might consider letting you stick it inside me.
Yeah. There was no way she was saying that.
Even if she was kind of thinking it.
Crap on a stick. She groaned and tried to bury her face in his neck again.
“Uh-uh, no you don’t.” He drew her back so he could stare down into her face.
“I’m really wishing I hadn’t said anything.”
“I’m not. I’m glad you said something. Because I don’t want you to keep anything from me. Cock warming?”
“Can’t we just forget I said it?” she wailed. “I’ll do anything.”
“Nope. We can’t. Are you sure that’s what you want as your boon? To warm my cock? Because it sounds like it would be more fun for me than you. Although, I know the idea isn’t for me to get off.”
“You’ve . . . you’ve heard of it before?”
He gave her a gentle smile. “I have, baby girl. It can be non-sexual, for fun, or for comfort. But are you sure about this? I’m not certain I’ve ever heard of it being used in quite this context and I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
Her shoulders slumped. She couldn’t blame him for thinking that.
“Wait. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m not saying no. Not at all, okay? I just . . . I don’t want you to do anything because you think it’s what I want or need. This is about you.”
She stared up at him for a long moment before blinking back tears.
“Shit. What is it? Why are you getting upset? We can do it right now if you want. I’ll take my pants off now and you can suck on my dick all night.”
She huffed out a small laugh. “No, I’m not upset about you being unsure. I get it. I’m just . . . I don’t think there was ever a point in my life where it was about me. Just me. You know what I mean?”
“Ahh, baby. Yeah, I do. But my main concern is always you.”
“You’re the best man in the world, Hack.”
“Not really. But I try, for you.” He held her tight. “I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“Be careful saying that before you know what I’m going to ask you. I want you to think about a therapist.”
She stiffened.
“Sometimes it’s easier to speak to a stranger than to someone you know.”
“I talked to a therapist for a while,” she told him. “I think I told you that. When I . . . when I was cutting myself. One day . . . I . . . I cut myself really deep and I got scared. I took myself to a free clinic to get stitches and someone there told me about a therapist who offered free sessions.”
“Free sessions?”
“Yeah, I thought it was strange because not only were they in this really nice building, but she had a free spot for me straight away . . . and—oh my God. Do you think that was my stalker too?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Or she could have been doing free sessions.”
Yeah. But now that she thought about it . . . the therapist and receptionist had always been cagey when she’d asked anything about the cost of the sessions.
Dear Lord.
She’d been played.
She huffed out a breath. “It was good to talk to her . . . but also, I don’t know if I want to do it again. Afterward, it feels like I’ve been flayed open with no way to stitch myself back together.”
“Okay, just think about it. But remember, this time will be different because I’ll be there to take care of you.”
“All right.”
“And if you want to try cock warming, I am all for that. But I don’t want you doing it for me. Okay? I am more than happy with the way things are.”