She was surprised that Forrest hadn’t mentioned anything about the two of them spending time in the Littles’ room. Someone had to have reported it to him. At first, she’d simply felt safer in there. But now she’d come to crave it. It was the only time she had ever been able to let go of some of the fear she lived with.
“Fuck. Wrong words, brown eyes. Hey, look at me. Nope, you know the rules. When I tell you to look at me then you damn well look. At. Me.” There was a snap to his words and worried he was upset with her, she raised her gaze to his.
“I’m not mad at you, brown eyes,” he told her.
It worried her sometimes, how he managed to read her so easily. Made her wonder how much longer she’d be able to keep this charade up.
They’d spent nearly every Friday and Saturday night for the last month together. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly. And yet those memories were going to have to sustain her. All she’d have was them and tonight.
Make the most of it, Betsy.
“You sound mad.” She winced at the lost note in her voice.
“I am. At myself. Not one second of those nights were wasted, baby. I promise you that.”
“Are you sure? We spent a lot of time in the Littles’ room. Maybe you wanted something else. Something more.”
She was retreating into herself. She could feel it.
He moved his finger, pulling it out of her and she shut her eyes against the disappointment. But he just drove it back into her. She let out a small moan.
She should probably stop him. When he found out what she’d done, he’d likely feel like she’d used him.
He’d hate her.
While she was sitting here wanting to take in every memory, he had no idea of her lies and deceptions.
Yes, he would hate her. She needed to stop this. Now.
“Listen to me. I enjoyed every fucking moment I spent with you. Truth is, I’ve been missing something in my life for a while now. I’ve played with lots of subs, brown eyes. Not gonna lie. But I’ve had very few women in my life who could reach all parts of me. The man. The Dom. And the Daddy. So don’t think for one moment that I’ve wished for anything to be different. I love spending time with your Little. I want to spend more time with her. With all of you. I want to play with you during the day then fuck you all night long.”
“I…I…fudge.”
“What have I told you about being adorable? Damn, it just wants to make me fuck you more. I’m probably moving too fast, huh?” He gave her a small grin. “Still, at least I’ll get a small taste of you.”
What did he mean?
She watched, shocked as he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and placed them in his mouth, sucking them clean.
He hummed. “Yeah. Fucking delicious.”
It was so dirty. So unexpected.
So Ink.
Her heart raced. She couldn’t believe that had just happened.
“Mama would roll over in her grave if she just saw that.”
He raised his eyebrows and gave her a look. “That a good thing or a bad thing?”
The question was unexpected. She thought it over for about half a second. “A good thing.”
He burst into laughter.
Ink kept their talk light while they ate. He wanted her relaxed and happy. He also wanted her to eat. He wouldn’t lie, he was worried about how thin she was. He had wondered if she was just naturally thin, but she was starting to get gaunt. She’d lost weight in the last month since he’d first met her.
And he didn’t like it. It pulled at his protective instincts. The Daddy in him wanted to take over and insist on feeding her by hand.
Another time.
For this first date, he wanted it to be Ink and Betsy.
Although that hadn’t stopped him from going all Dom on her ass when she’d tried to order a damn salad.
Gah. Salad. Rabbit food. Like he was going to sit here and eat a steak while she ate that shit.
Yeah, he hadn’t been lying about his hatred for anything green. Not that she’d get away with not eating healthily. There were plenty of green things in her future.
He had a total double-standard and he wasn’t going to apologize for it. Just like he wasn’t going to apologize for not letting her make her own decision about what to eat for dinner.