Damon couldn’t complain about her reading list because every time she climbed into bed at night, she was even friskier than before. Or maybe that was simply a result of their new mating. Either way, he wouldn’t stop her.
But he missed having her human in his arms every hour of the day, so he squatted next to her, rubbed a hand down her gorgeous fur, and met her gaze. “I need my human mate. Will you please spend some time with me?”
She nuzzled his neck and glanced back at her tablet before pushing it aside and letting her shift take place.
Damon was pleased when he set eyes on her. The Little rebel was naked again. She’d done a one eighty since the first day when she’d been too embarrassed for him to even see her bare ankles.
After scooping her up in his arms, he carried her to the changing table.
She giggled. “Every time I shift, you strap me down and torture me.”
He restrained her wrists above her head before using several other straps to fully confine her. The first went directly underher breasts. Another across her hips. Two more folded her legs at the knees and forced her thighs as wide as possible.
When she lifted her head and complained, he added one more strap across her forehead.
“Any more arguments, Baby girl?”
She was breathing heavily, and her pussy was soaked. The room filled with the scent of her arousal. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” He tapped his lips as if contemplating his next move. “Mmm. Should I put a bullet in your pussy and use that thick vibrator in your bottom? Or maybe the other way around. I like the look of the bullet in your bottom while the vibrator fills your pussy, too.”
She moaned.
Damon picked up the bullet, turned it on, and circled her nipples with the maddening toy.
Olivia writhed, but she couldn’t move more than an inch in any direction. “Daddy…”
“Your nipples look so pretty when they’re hard and swollen.” While pressing the bullet against one of them, he sucked the other into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
Olivia whimpered. “Meanie.” Somehow that word had turned into an endearment.
He released her nipple with a pop and turned off the bullet. “You know you love it, Little rebel. Don’t try to deny it. You get all hot and bothered at the suggestion of being strapped to this changing table. Tell me something, Little mate, do they have changing tables in thoseLittleworldbooks you read?”
She pursed her lips as if the naughty girl thought she might refuse to answer him.
Damon moved down between her legs, pushed the hood of her clit back with one hand, and gave her pussy a swat with the other. He’d learned how much she secretly enjoyed having her pussy spanked, so he found an excuse to do so every day. Orperhaps it was Olivia who found a cause by disobeying him like she was now.
She gasped, and he watched the little bundle of nerves throb and swell. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, what, Little rebel?”
She sighed. “Yes, they have changing tables atLittleworld.”
“Ah. Do the Daddies take their Little girls’ temperature in their bottoms?” He knew they did. He’d read enough to know the answer to all these questions. But he liked embarrassing her by making her tell him things out loud.
“Yes, Daddy.” She murmured.
“Yes, what? I seem to have forgotten the question,” he teased as he tapped her clit again, silently promising to swat it if she didn’t answer quickly enough.
She strained against the straps as a rush of words flew out of her mouth. “Yes, the Daddies take their Little girls’ temperatures in their bottoms. Doctors do it, too, and sometimes several people are present in the room when the doctor examines them. It’s so embarrassing.”
“And that’s what made you so wet this time, Little rebel?”
She drew in a breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“Well, you’re welcome to read all the books you want in which the Little girl gets horny from being exposed to other people, but that’s not going to happen in real life here on the mountain, Baby girl. The only wolf who’s going to see your naked body is me.”
“What if I get sick?” she asked breathlessly.
