Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“Let me see.” He snagged a few from her plate before she could pull it away.
“Mine, Daddy. Get your own.”
“You won’t share with Daddy?” he asked with a hurt expression.
She thought about it for a minute and nodded. “I’ll share. Just don’t eat them all.”
“I promise, Buttercup. Here, eat some more soup.”
Talon’s phone rang, making her jump. He finished feeding her the bite before picking up the device. “Talon here,” he answered.
Elizabeth listened carefully, trying to hear. She signaled Talon to put it on speaker, but he shook his head no. Pissed, she pulled the bowl of soup in front of her and ate without him. This was her life. She was entitled to know what was going on.
When he finished the call, she pushed the soup back toward him. “I’m finished.”
“Let me tell you what happened,” Talon began.
“Whatever you want to do. I know it’s Shadowridge Guardians business,” she answered airily as she stood up and snagged the bag of oyster crackers to take with her.
“Come here.” Talon pulled Elizabeth back onto his lap.
“You’re going to spill the crackers,” she warned.
“I don’t care about the crackers. I care about you,” he said firmly, holding her in place.
“Harrumph,” she snorted.
“I will spank your bottom if you don’t settle down, Little girl.”
The look on his face told her he wasn’t joking. With a last big sigh of protest, she stopped struggling.
“Kade and the guys are home. They met with the president of the Devil’s Jesters. He wasn’t happy to hear from Kade. Our guys were the second set of visitors to their compound tonight.”
“Who was the first?” she asked curiously.
“The police. Several people called when they witnessed the group harassing you.”
“Good for them,” Elizabeth announced, sitting up straighter. She hadn’t been all alone. There had been people trying to help her.
“The police also arrived at the Shadowridge compound right after we left. They want to talk to you tomorrow.”
“I’ll stop by the station.”
“We’ll stop by the station—together,” he corrected her.
“I don’t need you to help me with this,” she stated firmly. “I interact with the police frequently. It’s part of my professional life. I won’t have you give them the impression I’m weak.”
“If you hadn’t been through so much tonight, Little girl, you’d be standing in the corner now with your pants down.”
Indignation struck her and her spine stiffened. She loved submitting to him in their personal time, but he was just going to have to learn that she could handle most things on her own. She hadn’t put up with a husband who didn’t respect how hard she worked to chisel out a space of her own as a lawyer. Elizabeth knew she was an independent, capable woman. She’d make his game backfire on him.
Dropping a few more crackers in her mouth, she stood to walk nonchalantly to the corner and pulled her blouse out of her slacks. With a few deft moves, she unfastened her waistband and pushed her slacks and panties down to the floor.
She looked over her shoulder at Talon and sneered, “This looks pretty stupid, doesn’t it? I could stand here all night long.”
Her bravado deserted her when he stood up to stalk forward. She turned around quickly to face the corner. He stopped just behind her.
“It appears you’re asking for a time out so you can think through your choices,” he growled from behind her.
“Perhaps you need a hearing test. This is totally not effective in any way. I’m not going to do what you want just because my b-u-t-t is on display,” she blurted and wished she hadn’t said a word when he chuckled after she spelled the word out.
“I was wrong. For a sassy Little, there is a special thinking stick for her to hold onto.” Talon turned on the heel of his worn motorcycle boots and walked away.
A thinking stick? What the hell is that?
Before she could decide and act on the impulse to flee so she didn’t find out, Elizabeth heard his footsteps returning.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The boots stopped behind her. He lifted the hem of her blouse up and tucked it in the neckline. That hand pressed her forward, pushing her now fully exposed butt toward him. Without explaining, her Daddy separated her buttocks and pushed a well-lubricated plug into her bottom. In the corner, she couldn’t escape.
When she reached back to pull it out, he quickly gathered her hands in front of her and wrapped them together with a fur lined restraint. Elizabeth looked up as he lifted her hands over her head. Her jaw dropped when she spotted a hook fixed into the wall above her head.
Seeing the flaw in his plan, she started to turn in a circle. She heard the thump and felt the vibration that shook the plug inside her. Instant heat flooded her body. She tried again and froze, biting her lip. What had he said? A thinking stick?