Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“You’re adorable.” Daddy kissed my head as we made it to the top of the stairs. “And I think a spanking sounds like fun.”
Yay.
“Slow-building meaning spanks that slowly get more intense and I’m spacing them out?” Daddy asked very good questions and just kept asking them as he led me over to the bed and started taking my clothes off.
When he’d asked a thousand and was feeling very proud of himself for having a thorough limits conversation, he nodded his head and looked very confident. “Thank you for making sure I understand exactly what you need.”
Limits discussions were exhausting but I was hoping this would be a do it well once kind of thing. “That will always be one of the top options for a relaxing orgasm. But there are other versions, so let me know when we should go over those.”
Daddy cocked his head. “When you get in trouble…there will be a time where you’re going to need to be punished for something interesting…you’re going to have to write out five different variations on what the relaxing orgasm scene could look like.”
Ugh.
“That’s…” So boring. “I’d have to write about how to give me a good orgasm without actually getting one?”
Daddy grinned. “Devious, isn’t it?”
Someone needed to remind me to be good…that was definitely going to be Leander’s job.
“Yes.” There were other more exact words for it, though. “I won’t forget it either.”
Looking very proud of himself, Daddy’s grin got wider and sent sparkles through me. “And the beauty of that punishment is that you’re going to have dozens of different types of orgasms, so the chances of us running out any time soon are slim to none.”
I’d done this to myself somehow.
“You pay too much attention to me sometimes.” I was being serious but he looked like he wanted to giggle. “That’s just really dangerous and I feel kind of stupid for not figuring that out sooner.”
“Aww.” Daddy gave me a quick kiss before kneeling down in front of me. “You say the sweetest things. But now it’s time to step out of your pants.”
I’d lost my shoes already somehow, but Daddy helped me stay steady as I stepped out of the last of my clothes. “You’re smart about a lot of things. You always know when something in my house is going to break.”
Daddy sighed. “Something else in your house.”
Yeah.
“We’re going to talk about how to handle all that stuff, though.” Standing up, Daddy kissed my cheek. “One thing at a time, and if it gets hectic, you just come here.”
Hmm.
“I’d need a playroom.” I shrugged. “I’d have to.”
“Yep.” Daddy kissed my nose that time. “And you’d need an office space. You can’t work at the dining room table all the time even if I don’t use it much.”
I’d seen another big table in the corner of his kitchen by the doorway, so that was okay. I could eat anywhere as long as I didn’t have to do it standing up. “You’d need a big Daddy chair too. You don’t have one.”
“You’re right.” He kissed my other cheek to make me balanced as his hand moved me closer to the bed. “What else do I need?”
“Toys for the playroom.” That was the best place to start because it’d be fun. “Baking stuff in the kitchen? You don’t seem like you bake.”
“No, but I can make a fabulous lasagna, American or the European kind.”
What?
“There’s more than one kind?” Somehow my leg missed the bed as I tried to climb up and I almost hit the floor…but Daddy was fast. “Thank you. There’s more than one kind?”
Daddy looked very proud of himself. “It seems like I’m smart about some unexpected things.”
“Why is there more than one? How did that happen? Why would we need two?” I could’ve kept going—it was confusing—but Daddy picked me up and put me on the bed. “Wait.”
“No.” Moving me around, he stretched me out over his lap. “We’ll have the lasagna discussion later and then we can talk about the different types of pasta in the store. For someone who loves noodles so much, you only have the cheapest crap kind.”
“It’s all dried wheat. There can’t be a difference.” Was there? “It can’t be different. It’s not like cookies.”
His puff of laughter was very self-righteous…and very sexy.
“Damn it. Don’t make me orgasm before I figure out the flour.” He was as dramatic as Leander but he was more devious.
Was that the difference between Doms and subs?
“I’m not going to agree to that because there is a very tempting tushy in front of me that needs to be made even prettier.” Daddy sounded very Daddy and made a silly, pleased sound when I started to grumble. “Coloring makes everything better.”
I had every intention of telling him to stop being cute so I didn’t end up little, but he smacked my bottom.